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At Long Last

By: auntirotickle



I had been a student nurse for over two years in 1958 and was enjoying the course immensely. However, I was less happy about my private life. I knew I was considered a fairly good looking, blue eyed blonde, and had rarely been without a boy friend, but I was frustrated. When I started as a student nurse at barely eighteen, I had very little experience of men. The behaviour of some of the other girls had amazed me at first. Their casual attitude to sexual encounters, their openly expressed opinions of boys and their sheer enthusiasm persuaded me to accept invitations to parties. There my reserve gradually broke down and the ready availability of little side rooms enabled couples to pair off for "a bit of a cuddle" very easily. Only last week, my friends, Sylvia and Veronica, had invited me over for a party. Then they told me there would be a game of strip poker. I felt a thrilling sense of naughtiness at the prospect and put on my best underwear, plus an extra petticoat and socks over my stockings, plus both a jumper and a cardigan and two pairs of knickers. I didn't know how to play poker but I needn't have worried. 

The cards were dealt round once and the person with the lowest had to take off an item of clothing. I discovered that although the girls had extra garments on, the boys hadn't bothered with anything like that. I was sitting next to a chap called Brian who was quickly down to his vest and underpants. I didn't do too well either and there was a round of applause as I eventually slipped out of my petticoat. Sitting next to the half-clad Brian, dressed as I was and seeing the bulge in the front of his pants, I felt my excitement mounting. Brian lost the next round and removed his vest. Then I myself lost the following round and, accompanied by a chorus of whoops, removed my bra. I observed that the dealer did a peculiar shuffle before dealing the next round in which both Brian and I were dealt aces, the lowest card of all. Brian helped me to her feet and led me, giggling, into the bedroom to remove my last shred of clothing, my knickers. Then he took off his underpants and climbed on top of me. He thrust his engorged cock into my willing wetness and pounded away until he came. But that was that. He left and when I was alone I wept tears of frustration. 

The trouble, I later confessed to my friend Sophie, having first sworn her to absolute secrecy, was that although I had had sex with over twenty different men since I had come to London, I had never had an orgasm.

Sophie was surprised at my revelation. Like me, she was a blonde but she barely reached five feet in height. With her open attractive face, pert nose, dark eyes and cheery disposition she was popular with men. If it hadn't been for her breasts, she would still have been paying half fares on the buses. Her small stature sat uneasily with her love of cooking and wine, causing an unending battle with her avoir-du-pois. Sophie was chatty and helpful. She seemed immediately to know what to do for me.

"So far you haven't been with men," she asserted, "just boys! A twenty-year old who's never come just can't be allowed in London these days. You know it's mostly the men's fault, but not entirely. Always remember, Helen, the real joy of life is in what you can give. Sex is just the same. Giving satisfaction to your man is where you find real pleasure for yourself. You have to let yourself go, give yourself to your lover and let him have you. Then you'll come easily enough."

A few days later Sophie told me she had the solution to my problem. She arranged to have a party for me on our next free weekend together. 

When we finished work at lunchtime on the appointed Saturday, I returned to the nurse's home where I bathed in a fragrant bubble bath before getting out a new pair of nylons and a white satin and lace suspender belt. I had been saving them and a matching pair of French knickers for a special occasion. I brushed my hair, which had slightly darkened from the near blonde it had been when I had left school. I pinned it up into a fashionable Grecian style. Then I examined my breasts and, chose a white satin and lace bra to support my pert but small protrusions, put on a white satin and lace waist petticoat to complete my lingerie. I selected a pale cream silk blouse with long sleeves, buttoning up the front to a shirt-type collar which I wore open necked to display a pearl necklace which matched my earrings. Then I slipped into a plain black skirt to give a smart rather than an overtly sexy picture. When I was ready to leave I donned my navy-blue raincoat, picked up my handbag and left the nurses' home.

Sophie, being a bit better off than me, was able to live in a flat she shared with a couple of other girls. When I got there Sophie, clad in yellow satin undies, had already laid out some "nibbles" with a bottle of sherry and four glasses on the coffee table. The other girls were away home for the weekend. So instead of going out, she had arranged a party at the flat. She gave me a glass of sherry and took my coat,

"In a few minutes I'm going to introduce you to a man who hasn't had a woman for more than two years." she told me.

"Golly! I do feel rather naughty," I confessed.

"I'm the 'naughty' one." Sophie insisted, "I like men and I enjoy having sex with them. Whereas girls who just say 'no' are good because they are straight with men. The wicked girls are those who lead men on and then back out at the last minute leaving them frustrated. Then there are genuinely nice girls like you, Helen, who want to help as long as they are appreciated in return."

"And who wouldn't mind being a bit 'naughty' too!" I interjected. Sophie hurriedly donned a blouse and skirt. By the time I had finished my drink, the doorbell was ringing and Sophie ushered in two black men, - very, very black. In fact, I was aware of my mouth still being open as Sophie introduced one "This is my friend Jim," as she kissed him lightly, "... and this is Paul."

Paul's brown eyes were wide and uncertain as he took my limp outstretched hand. 

"Hello Helen" he said. He told me later that he scarcely dared to look at what he thought was a vision of loveliness standing just a foot away.

"Paul..." was all I managed. He had the wavy black hair, broad nose, big brown eyes and brilliant white teeth common to his ancestors. He was also tall, lean and broad shouldered. Sophie poured more drinks and passed round the nuts and crisps, chatting about the weather and the traffic. Then we sat down to enjoy the meal Sophie had prepared. She and Jim carried on a lively conversation, trying to bring us in. Paul did make some effort but was not really at ease, but I spoke only when asked a direct question. After the meal, Sophie cleared the table, put on her record player and took Jim in her arms as they smooched around to a soft South American beat. Paul wanted to dance with me too but, before he could get up courage to ask, Sophie said, " Come on you two. On your feet!"

By the time Paul had taken four steps with me in his arms, he realised he had an erection that he hoped wouldn't show We spent the next couple of hours chatting and dancing pleasantly enough. Then Paul, seeing that Jim, on the other settee, already had his hand inside Sophie's blouse stroking her breast through her bra, tried to lightly caress my left breast but after several seconds I leaned away and he desisted. So he got me up to dance again.

As we turned Paul could hardly fail to notice that Jim's other hand, which had been on Sophie's nylon clad knee, had moved slowly up underneath Sophie's skirt and was stroking the inside of her thigh, something Sophie had done nothing to discourage. Indeed Paul noticed her laughing in pleasure as she fondled the lump in Jim's groin. Thus encouraged, Paul tried again by letting his hand slip down from my waist to the curve of my bum. But I pulled his hand back up above waist level when the music ended and Paul thought it was just in time. A few minutes more of holding me in his arms and he would have had a sticky mess in his pants! He spoke briefly to Sophie before going to the bathroom. I went into the kitchen, Sophie following a few moments later.

"Paul's gone to take a shower," Sophie told me, "He thinks you don't like him and he wants to cool off. You seem to excite him and then push him away. Is it because of his colour?"

"Really, Sophie, you might have told me he was black!" I retorted, "I never thought of myself as racist but I've never even considered sex with a black man. I've never even been out with one."

"You shouldn't judge a man by his skin colour, Helen. You are more intelligent than to be so prejudiced. It's silly not to at least try to see the man underneath. I've had sex with Jim many times and his skin colour seems to have disappeared somehow."

"Also he seems to be both pushy, and awkward with it. I don't like it when a man paws at me, whatever his colour."

"Listen, that's because he hasn't been with a girl for so long, he's forgotten how to behave. I don't expect he's ever been with a girl as nice as you anyway," Sophie replied; then a bit sterner, "Certainly no one as prim and proper!"

"Anyway I just can't see myself having sex with anyone his colour," I asserted.

"Well now, do you remember what you said when we saw that Sydney Poitier film last week?"

"Yes, I know I said I rather fancied him," I recalled with a smile, "and I fancied Tony Curtis too."

"That's it then! You have fancied a black man, so there! Take my advice, Helen, and try thinking a bit more of his needs than your own. Forget the colour of his skin, let yourself go, give yourself to Paul and let him have what he craves for. You'll get the climax you need - and I'm sure he can give you."

I had a wry smile, "I wish I had your confidence, Sophie. And I'm not really sure what I expected from tonight."

"Come on, Helen, I bet you've packed an extra pair of clean knickers in your handbag!" Sophie's eyebrows raised in enquiry.

"Ah! Ha!" I affirmed, grinning.

Sophie laughed, "Then you knew very well what you expected to happen to you tonight. At least you hoped it would!"

"I just hope I don't recoil when his black skin touches mine," I said.

Sophie gave me stiff vodka and tonic, saying, "Now get a grip, Helen! Don't let any racist feelings show. Remember, he's just a man and a nice one at that."

I still demurred, "I'm a bit frightened. What about all those tales of black men having giant cocks!"

"All the better for us then," laughed Sophie, "If it was true, I'd call that a bonus!"

I giggled, then added ruefully, "Anyway, I expect Paul's gone off me by now. But, just to satisfy you, I'll try again. And if he still wants me, he can have me." 

Sophie advised, "Well just remember that once you get started, you mustn't expect him to stop halfway. You'll drive him crazy like that."

I nodded agreement. Then with a mischievous grin I added, "Believe it or not, Sophie, the thought of having his black cock in me has started to turn me on. So don't worry, if we do start shagging, I'll certainly let him go all the way."

"That's my girl! It won't do you any harm at all to let a black man like Paul fuck you. He'll love it and I'm sure you won't regret it," Sophie assured her friend.

"I'm beginning to be sure too. I'm actually looking forward to it!" I replied 

Laughing together, we embraced as we went back to the living room.

Meanwhile Jim had joined Paul in the bathroom. Jim later told me about their conversation.

"What's the trouble with you, Paul?" Jim asked, "Don't you fancy that young Helen?"

"Yes, of course I fancy her. She's lovely, gorgeous! I get a hard on every time I look at her. The trouble is she doesn't seem to fancy me," Paul replied, "I tried copying you and Sophie but she keeps rejecting me. I don't think she wants to be fucked by any black man."

"I'm not surprised," Jim remarked, "Sophie and I are used to each other. I've shagged her a dozen times. You can't just copy us. You need to chat Helen up and win her over. Sophie reckons she's never been made to come yet and she's nearly twenty-one. That means she's never been properly shafted by a guy who knows what he's doing. I reckon that pretty young chick needs a damn good fuck as much as you do, but you must go about it the right way."

Paul was fiddling with the shower but Jim, observing the bulging front of his friend's underpants suggested, "I think you should get into the bath. Sophie is talking to Helen right now. They might come in and you don't want to frighten the girl off with that thing!"

Paul did as Jim had told him, adding some bubbly liquid to the running bath water and climbing in.

"I think she is against me because I'm black. Many white girls are," Paul remarked.

"Don't worry, Paul. Sophie can turn her round if anyone can. Remember that Helen needs you too, so take it easy. Relax and be yourself. Get her to talk about herself. All girls like to do that. And tell her a bit about your own life, so she thinks she knows you a little. If you play your cards right you could yet get that great black prick of yours up the delightful Helen's tight little cunt, you lucky dog!"

With that Jim came back to the living room just as Sophie handed me a glass of whisky and said "Take this into Paul now and remember what I said. After what's happened so far, you may have to make the first move too."

I finished off my own drink, took the glass and went to the bathroom door where I paused to take a deep breath. 

"Don't knock, Helen. Go straight on in," Sophie encouraged me and Jim gave me a wink. When I went in, I saw that Paul was not in the shower but lying back in the bath. I carried his whisky over to him and held it out.

"I'm sorry..." I began.

"No! I'm the one to apologise," said Paul, "I felt a bit bedazzled by you and didn't know what to do. I just tried to take a lead from the other two but it didn't seem right, somehow. I'm sorry, Helen. I wish we could start off afresh. I feel a strong attraction for you but I don't know how to express myself properly and I suspected you weren't too keen on the colour of my skin."

"Perhaps, Paul, but I'm ready to try again if you are. Lets start by you leaning forward so I can wash your back," said I with a smile. I took off my watch, slipped off my shoes, and, sitting on the edge of the bath behind him, took the soap and covered his back with suds. I found I liked the smoothness of his black skin and the underlying muscles. I listened as he relaxed and told me about being brought up in Antigua, his schooling and how, after getting six "O" levels and three "A" levels, he was wanted to help support his family and so could not go to university. Unfortunately, the only job he could get in Britain was as a railway porter in Paddington. He had a girlfriend when he left home but she had given up on him and married his cousin.

"Perhaps you should become a nurse," I suggested, "I've only got two "A" levels." We talked some more about Paul's ambitions and I discovered that what Paul really wanted to do was to become a teacher, 

He asked, "What about you, Helen, what do you want out of life?"

"What I want most of all," I replied, "is to meet and fall in love with a really nice man, settle down with him and have four or five children."

"A lovely girl like you should have no trouble with that," Paul asserted. Now was he secretly thinking he would like to be the man who gave me those children!

"I don't know, Paul. A lot of men have wanted to get me into bed and quite a few have succeeded too, but marriage and family frighten them off. None of my boyfriends seem to stay around very long." 

I went on to tell Paul about my own childhood, schooling and family, including my two younger sisters. We went on chatting until I realised I was finishing Paul's back for about the fifth time.

I got up, came round to his front and started soaping his neck and chest. His hands were lying across his stomach. He was keeping his cock securely between his thighs, out of view. I was longing to see it. I was curious to see just how big it was.

"Put your hands behind your head now. I want to do under your arms," I ordered. He obeyed, letting me soap both sides until the soap seemed to slip from my wet hands and slither down his stomach into the water. It stayed ahead as my hand followed, almost as if a magnetic force was propelling it away from me. I reached down deeper, seeming not to care as the sleeve of my blouse dipped into the suds. My hand touched something like a broomstick rising from a forest. I took a deep breath, remembered my words to Sophie about giving myself to this man, and closed my fingers around his cock. I wanted to be cute and ask innocently, "What's this?" but all I could do was giggle. I realised I had reached the point of no return. And I exalted in his blackness. I wanted to break the taboo and get his cock inside me. I wanted to go wild on this beautiful black cock.

Paul had been momentarily embarrassed, but when he realised that I had not pulled my hand back, he began to enjoy the sensation of having a pretty girl's hand encouraging his erection. "Wow!" he exclaimed, astonished at his good luck. Eventually I managed to say it, "And what have I got here then?" laughing softly and ever so innocently.

"Go on with you, Helen, you know very well it's my cock," gasped Paul, chuckling in delight. I twisted round, dipped my other arm even deeper into the water to recover the soap from between Paul's leg and his balls. Then I said, looking round at him and smiling broadly, "What a lovely cock you've got; it's nice and big and stiff and even blacker than the rest of you! Would you like me to give it a wash?"

"Oh! Need you ask? Yes please, Helen," Paul croaked, almost speechless with pleasure. At that I started soaping and rubbing his cock using both hands, totally careless of the fact that the sleeves of my blouse were both getting soaked. Paul was ecstatic. What had he done to deserve this? With his right hand he undid the top two buttons of my blouse in order to fondle my left breast through my pretty bra. 

"Ooh! I like that," I cried as the warm wetness soaked through to my breast, "I'm sorry my breasts are so small."

"Your tits may not be very big," agreed Paul, "but they are beautifully formed. I think they are delightful."

Then his left arm went round my waist and exerted a gentle pressure moving me toward him. There was no resistance, he increased the pressure slightly and I allowed myself to begin to slide into the bath. I ended up on Paul's lap, sitting in three or four inches of water. My knees were high and, as my skirt slid up a couple of inches showing my slip, I heard Paul murmur "My! You've got some pretty undies!" 

"You can see more if you like," I told him, reaching for the hem of my skirt and pulling it down into the water, allowing Paul to view six inches of white satin and lace. 

"It's lovely," was his comment. His right hand continued caressing my breast, while his left stroked the soft satin on my thigh a few times. Then it slid under the petticoat, moving ever so gently up the inside of my leg. I opened my legs slightly and held my breath as Paul's fingers crossed the welt of my stockings, softly trailing along my bare thigh and then over the satin of my knickers. I thrilled with the delicacy of his gentle touch. His middle finger pressed through the material against the lips of my vagina. I sighed with pleasure and gently squeezed his cock in return. 

For a few minutes Paul and I continued our intimate caresses, until I began to feel impatient. I wanted his big black cock inside me. He needed his cock in me too!

Paul's grin vanished as I pulled myself up and stood momentarily with my wet back to him. I caught sight of his expression in a mirror.'What have I done or said wrong now,' his desperate thought was clearly written on his face. But as I swung round he saw with relief that I was starting to smile. I slowly unzipped my skirt and wriggled my hips to send it sliding into the water. Then, looking straight into Paul's wide brown eyes, I undid the remaining buttons on my blouse and let it fall from my shoulders to join the skirt. My smiled widened as I lifted the hem of my petticoat, slowly raising it to reveal the tops of my stockings, then my suspender straps and bare upper thighs and then finally my French knickers. I hooked a thumb round the waist elastic, pulling my knickers down as I lowered my petticoat. I left just enough of a gap between the two to give Paul a teasing glimpse of curly light brown hair between the tops of my legs. 


At Long Last



He had waited over a year for this moment. Ever since he first laid eyes on her, he knew he must have her. It was a feeling that had stayed with him since their first hello. Now, It seemed his dreams would become reality at last! When he looked into her dark eyes, Joe could tell that Diane was just as eager and excited as he was. There was no mistaking the sparkle in her eyes for anything but what it was, her overwhelming joy in finally being with the man she so loved. 

He lost himself in her gaze, and was somewhat startled when she finally spoke. "I see you survived the flight," she said, teasing him about his fear of flying. He collected himself quickly and replied, "Yes, but it feels so good to be back on the ground" as he took her in his arms and hugged her tightly, enjoying the way her body felt pressed against his.

Her smile was as bright as the sparkle in her eyes. He loved this woman, and he could not wait to show her how much she meant to him. "What do you say we get some lunch and get re-acquainted honey?" he asked, noting the slight rumble in his stomach. It was a four-hour flight, and he had slept through lunch on the plane. "I'd love that" she replied, and off they went to a nearby restaurant. It was a cozy place. Soft lighting, and a fireplace near the corner table they were seated at. Each of them ate sparingly, still excited to be sitting across from their long awaited soul mate. After a small dinner, and a lot of overt flirting, Joe paid the bill, and they went to get him checked in at the hotel he was to stay at. Diane hung on his arm like a teenager with her first crush. Joe didn't mind one bit. He loved this woman, so beautiful and warm, her smile enough to stop a man in his tracks. 

After checking in at the hotel, Joe grabbed his suitcase, and they found the elevators. The first one available opened, and there were a few people on it, waiting for them to get on. They each took a quick glance at each other, and knew not to board. They wanted to be alone. The second one to come down had two people on it, but they got off, leaving the elevator empty. They hurried inside, and hoped nobody else would get on. Joe pressed the button that told the elevator to take them to the 23rd floor, and as soon as the doors closed, they were wrapped in each other's arms, kissing and groping each other as if they had anticipated this moment forever. They were both disappointed when the elevator reached its destination, but at the same time excited that they would soon be sprawled out with each other, wrapped in a loving embrace, and freeing themselves of the year long lust that had built up inside.

As soon as they stepped into the room, Joe dropped his suitcase and picked Diane up in his arms. He carried her over to the king sized bed and gently sat her on the edge. He knelt in front of her, and looked deeply into her eyes. Leaning forward, he gently brushed his lips against hers. Diane threw her arms over his shoulders and pulled him on top of her, kissing him deeply, with a passion that had been brewing in her since their first encounter over a year ago. Joe returned the kiss in kind, his tongue searching hers out and leading it in a long, slow dance of desire. His hands wandered along her long thin body, feeling every curve, every muscle, every twitch. He marveled at how sexy she was, how strong, yet frail this woman was. He wanted to give this woman everything she desired, and he knew that he was about to. 

He brushed her hair off of her shoulder, and slowly traced her earlobe with his tongue before whispering softly into her ear, "I have waited so long for this, for you, for us to be together. I want to make you feel alive, and loved. I want this to be the most wonderful night of your life." Joe's lips then began kissing down her neck, slowly making his way to her shoulder, where he sucked her warm flesh gently into his hungry mouth. Diane's slight moans encouraged him. He continued to kiss her neck softly as his hands unbuttoned her blouse, slowly revealing her small, pert breasts, her nipples hardened, showing her excitement to be with him.

He kissed his way to her breasts, gently squeezing each one as his lips pecked at her soft mounds. He flicked his tongue over one nipple. She shuddered at his touch. Her body shivering as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, and swirled his tongue around it. He sucked on that nipple long and hard, her moans letting him know that she loved what he was doing. He let one hand find its way to her shorts, and unbuttoned them, as he moved his lips to the other nipple and began to ravish it. Her back arched upward to offer her breast to his lips, his tongue flickering over the tip of her nipple, her moans getting deeper, throatier, as his touch aroused her more and more. 

Joe began to slowly kiss down her torso, stopping only to let his tongue explore her navel. Diane wriggled out of her shorts as his head neared her waist. She didn't want anything in his way when his lips finally got to where she knew they were going. She spread her legs open, and gently nudged the top of his head. Joe knew he was making her crazy with anticipation, and he enjoyed the power he felt it gave him. He passed over her pussy, and began kissing inside one of her thighs. He touched his lips to her skin softly, caressing her many times, as his hands passed over her muscular legs. He neared her moistening pussy and could tell she was ready for his lips, but he still had one more thigh to taste. He took one long, slow lick between her wet lips, then went to her other thigh and kissed his way back to her soaking wet slit. 

She gasped when he slid a finger inside her, and began stroking it along her walls. His tongue flickered over her clit, as he rubbed her in that spot, making her body quiver with delight. Joe slowly rubbed her g-spot as he sucked her lips into his mouth, Diane's approval evident in the low throaty moans she could not hold back. She draped her legs over his shoulders, and pulled him into her. He responded by sinking his tongue deep inside her, then sucking harder on her sweet tasting lips. Diane's hips started rocking as his tongue explored deep inside her, grinding her pussy against Joe's face, lost in the ecstasy of everything he had made her feel. She could not stand it anymore; she needed to feel his cock inside her. She wanted him, and she wanted him now!

"I need to feel you inside me baby", she moaned. It was what he wanted to hear. Joe kissed her sweet wet pussy one more time, and then positioned himself between her legs. He teased her lips with his swollen head before slowly pushing it inside her. Her groans telling him that she was indeed ready for what he was about to give her. He plowed his manhood deep into her and began to slowly stroke it in and out of her tight hole. She gasped for air at his first thrust, then slowly caught her breath and began matching his slow rhythm with her hips. His thrusts intensified as she urged him on. "Ohhhhh yessss baby, that feel's so good, mmmmmmmmm keep fucking me" she moaned in his ear. Joe's thrusts gradually intensified, as did Diane's guttural moans.

He could feel her walls gripping his cock as it pistoned in and out of her tight, wet, snatch. His manhood swelled inside her, as he pumped harder, and faster. She tossed her head from side to side as his cock plummeted deep into her. She let out a loud groan as she began to cum all over his hard member. He buried his cock deep inside her, and let his love flow into her. The release was intense, and he exploded inside her, feeling the pressure ease from within. She felt the waves of passion flow through her and was enraptured by it's intensity.

They lay in each other's arms, exhausted, but very much satisfied. She slowly ran a finger along his chest, and around a nipple as she lay next to him. He looked at her, smiling, knowing that they had just shared the most wonderful feelings. She smiled back, and then whispered softly, "Honey, you were wonderful, well worth waiting for. But please, don't make me wait another year to feel this way again, I want you to stay here, forever, in my arms." He smiled when he heard this, and then replied, "Well, you know how I hate flying, I bought a one-way ticket."



At Long Last



We stand together alone, finally alone in our room seeing nothing but one another. After all that time we are here, our arms around each other in a warm happy embrace. Her beautiful eyes looking into mine, her body held to mine as we sway gently to the soft music in the background.

The ride here after the ceremony felt as though it would never end. We got into the limousine and all I wanted to do was rip that dress off of her to have her right then and there. Her beautiful smile, her lovely eyes looking at me the same way as the driver pulled away from the chapel.

Our first kiss together in the car was heated, impassioned, our lips meeting and parting so easily for one another. Our tongues move together as though our bodies are already in sync, one to the other.

Our hands roaming over each other's body, fondling, gripping, rubbing, our breasts pressed together, I reach to remove the dress to get at those luscious orbs of flesh, wanting so much to feel the nipple there.

She pushes away, gently smiling at me and motions with her head towards the front. The driver is there smiling and looking on; we all laugh at it. The driver shakes his head and mouths, "sorry", as he raises the dark glass to give us our privacy. There you sit with that happy smile, with no words you signal to me to be patient. We can wait until we get to our rooms.

We arrive at the room, the ride not exactly interminable but taking a lot longer than either of us wanted . The chauffeur opens the door for us you give him a smile, and hug him kissing his cheek; for a split second I look on the picture with jealousy, then realize you are mine and soon I know, I am going to have you and prove it! I laugh at it and hug him as well kissing his cheek and pressing a 50 dollar bill into his hand as we part. He got us there to our room, for what is coming I want to give him more. Smiling at the thought I giggle as we walk to the door, you smile and giggle right back at me.

We arrive at the door laughing and anxious, you use the key and open it, it's then that you look at me and your laugh becomes a smile of mischievousness as you hug me then suddenly lift me up in your arms carrying me over the threshold. The laughter I hear isn't yours alone, I can't help at how silly it looks as I see the chauffeur look at us and shake his head again with that knowing smile.

Here we are now holding one another, both of us nervous, but so hungry for one another, my head to yours looking into each other's eyes as we gently sway to the soft music. Wanting to hurry, to rush, to literally tear the dresses off one another but so anxious and nervous, not wanting to make this night of ours, the first night of ours cheap.

We move together then, our lips meet, mine full and warm against yours. Parting them one for the other, our tongues slipping together, sliding alongside one another, playfully, teasing and sliding, entangling as we move to the music. My hands reaching back to unzip your dress your hands already having mine unzipped; both of us pulling the others down and away to expose our unhindered breasts, yours so firm, a cupful, mine larger swaying slightly as we step out of our dresses to hold one another again. Our breasts pressed together now skin to skin our lips tight together in our impassioned kiss, as we slide one another's tongues together, almost becoming one.

Your body tight to mine our movements gently rubbing skin to skin as I feel you hard against me your member there throbbing already, against my belly so thick and hard, long and hot against my skin as our kiss becomes almost unbearably hot. I pull away I can wait no longer I have to have it!

My hand reaches down as I look into those oh so beautiful eyes as I see your breathing quicken then your sudden gasp as my fingers gently touch your shaft, wrapping around it. My fingers barely touching my thumb, your hard throbbing shaft so thick, so beautiful, the feel of it throbbing, pulsing in my hand as you moan at my touch.

I kiss you again, gently, almost begging with my eyes you softly nod your assent . I have been waiting for this moment too long, and you are here now in my grasp, literally, and I want it so badly. 

I kneel down, my eyes move from yours to see the gift you have for me,that long hard throbbing cock , my hand stroking at it gently up and down. It's such a beautifully hard cock, 9 inches of thick wonderful hardness, 3 inches in diameter it actually feels thicker in my hand. I lick my lips knowing what I want, especially at the sight of the pre cum slightly oozing out of the mushroomed tip. 

Looking up past those firm globes of your breasts, and now hardened nipples, into your eyes as I move my lips to your hardness, stabbing my tongue out sliding it around and then onto the head of your member to taste that salty sweet slippery drop of cum. Loving the feel of it as it coats my tongue, your groan of pleasure making me smile as I lave my tongue over your hard cock-head, circling it as you whimper at the feel of my hot tongue sliding over your throbbing head again and again . Stabbing my tongue at the tiny hole there as you moan reaching your hands down to my head to my hair to stroke at it as I lave my tongue over the core of you, your member throbbing harder, the veins along the shaft thick and blood-filled.

I place my mouth over it then wanting all of you, smiling around it as you groan and whimper , one hand placed at your cheek to hold you and keep me balanced while the other moves gently up and down . Every once in a while tugging at the cock-ring that is our wedding ring, I smile as I think of it as my personal collar for you.

MY hot mouth engulfs your hard cock-head, my lips pressed together around the base of the head alone as I swirl my tongue around and around tasting the buildup of those precious drops all the while your hands grip at my hair. I move my mouth lower, taking as much of your hard cock into my hot mouth as I can; the feel of your member as it rides over my tongue. Feeling the texture of your skin and veins as your cock slides in between my hungry lips to the back of my throat is so perfect so hard. I try to take more but your thickness, your length, its so big .

I feel you gently push down on my head and I do try to take all of you, but your too much for me, I gag and move my head back up your length realizing that I have only taken in just over 5 inches of your hardness so I try again your moans egging me on. Your legs almost collapse as I hold you there my hand gripping your ass-cheek, my fingers digging in as I move my mouth down along your length again and again. Loving the feel of you, the taste of your hot cum drops on my tongue and now at the back of my throat as you look down at how I look with your hardness in my hungry mouth.

I get an idea, I move back off of that lovely thick gift for me and I tell you. "Baby I want it. I want to feel you cum for me I want to taste you my love."

I look into your eyes, pleading at me to continue, wanting more and I know you belong to me; I lick my tongue over your hard cock-head again gripping the shaft hard now and ask you. "Whose cock is this my love? Who does this beautiful thing belong to, who owns it my baby?" 

You moan and whimper deep in your throat, then you almost pleadingly tell me. "Yours my love, only yours, please baby please. I belong to you now this is yours alone!"

Loving the sound of it, the honesty in your eyes, I take you again between my lips sucking on your hard cock as I move my mouth up and down now gripping your firm ass-cheek in my hand. My hot mouth is as far down as I can go, I gently but firmly slide one of my fingers into your tight little rear, your anal ring gripping around it as my finger probes at it and then into your tightly gripping hole; you whimper at the feel of it the tiny invader buried into you as my hot mouth sucks and moves up and down faster, taking as much of you as I can into my hungry mouth as I move my tongue along the shaft.

The incredible feeling of sheer unadulterated pleasure drives you over so suddenly you cry out my name as you grip my hair in your hands your cock expanding in my mouth as I smile around it, so thick as you hold me there; your orgasm hits you so fully if I wasn't holding you up you would collapse atop me. 

I suck and suck at it then suddenly feel it as the first spurts of that salty stickiness hits the back of my throat almost surprising me with the power of it as your cum begins to pump into my sucking gulping throat my finger gently fucking in and out of that tight little hole as your hard cock spurts what I crave into my hungry, gulping mouth until I can't contain it all; I feel it dribble out between my lips as you stand there holding me in place to accept it. Loving it as I hold you up with my finger now deep into your tight ass your moans and cries of pleasure so pleasing to me as I finish swallowing your hot seed before looking up into your eyes your breasts heaving, as I pull off of your still hard, thick, lovely cock. 

I lick my lips still enjoying the taste of your cum moving a finger up to catch the dribbling off my chin as I lick it off, looking into your smoldering eyes so filled with love and hunger. 

You smile at me and say. "Baby it's my turn and you are going to belong to me now, thank you my love, but you have to know this is just a happy beginning for us."

My fnger slips from your tight hole as you kneel down to me and kiss my lips, your tongue sliding between them to taste of your own seed. I have never loved anyone as I love you right this moment.

You pull me up then smiling at me then hug me, holding me in your arms our breasts once again pressed to one another our nipples hard and poking, you pull away smiling, always smiling with such a loving hungry look at me , you lead me to the bed, sitting down with me and kissing me tenderly .

You move down then nibbling at my lips then lower to my neck, making me breathe heavier. The touch of your lips and tongue on my neck sending shivers up and down my back as you whisper to me. "You are mine as well; my darling love and you are going to know that soon enough." As I moan at the thought of us like this at long last, looking up and seeing the mirror above the bed and smiling in happy bliss. I am in heaven now, at long last...



At Long Last



***** by Prejudice for Literotica 12.10.2010 *****



She was dreaming of dragons and storm clouds, lightening and heavy rain. A voice carried with the mighty wind whispered; 

"I'm so sorry."

She bolted upright, daggers at the ready. There was someone in her room. Her eyes adjusted to the lack of light and she could discern a shadow over by the open window. She moved with the speed of a snake and plunged one of her small daggers into the arm of the unknown spy. He grabbed her throat and swung her around before she could thrust the other knife into his chest, let her go abruptly and pulled the dagger out with a pained groan; 

"Damn you, girl, always so bloody jumpy." 

She took back and stumbled when trying to get away from him. 

"You!" She rifled through her bag to find a handful of brightly glowing crystals and they lit up the room so she could see him; Enerdhil stood clutching his left arm to keep the bleeding to a minimum. 

"I sure could use some bandages, if you have any in that bag of yours." He was clearly in a lot of pain. She always coated her tiny daggers with a poison that was more for the unpleasant pain than actual danger, and now she wasn't sure if she enjoyed him suffering or not. 

"What are you doing here?" She grabbed her swords and moved towards him. He froze when he felt the cold steel of her most prized possession, Madrugada, pressed against his throat; 

"I think it was because I wanted to see you, but now I'm not so sure..." 

She felt as if the chill of Icecrown had crept in under her skin, but at the same time a tenderly warm sensation was fighting to take hold again. 

"I don't want you here." Her voice trembled and she could barely stand up right. 

He sensed her hesitation and grabbed the sword with one hand and pushed it to the side. He was still keeping one hand on his arm and seemed to struggle keeping his calm; the poison would start stinging right about now. He sat down and tried to search his own belongings for something to staunch the bleeding with and relieve some pain. 

He swore silently as his clumsy hand rummaged through the contents of his bag. Her heart seemed to bounce all over the place; surely he must hear it banging against her ribs? He was mere feet from where she was standing but still felt eons away.

After what felt like hours she couldn't stand the distance anymore and threw herself against him and kissed him so passionately that he forgot what he was doing. He let go of his injured arm and squeezed her as close as possible, his mouth accepted hers greedily; she didn't feel the warm blood trickling onto her thigh, and he didn't feel the pain from the cut. Nothing mattered but this moment. His fingers entwined themselves in her silvery hair and her right hand rested on his chest while her left timidly touched his face as if not sure he was really there with her.

She felt his arms loosen around her waist and she panicked thinking her dream was slipping away but he just felt too weak from the blood loss This stirred her love of the bastard as well as a pained sting of relief at it not being just another one of her endless dreams. She quickly grabbed some bandages from his bag and tied them tightly around his arm. With a swift movement she opened a tiny, elegant bottle of anti-venom and helped him drink it all. She then supported him to the bed and lay down next to him, desperately trying to cover him with her blanket to keep him warm.

With trembling hands he noticed that she had no clothes on and he stroked her naked body. Her skin felt so alive from his touch. He explored her greedily and his mouth demanded hers passionately. They both felt warm now as their bodies slowly entwined. She let out a shy giggle; she wasn't sure how to react to all of this.

He leaned on his injured arm and though it stung a little it only made him smile; her dagger had gone almost right through. Trust her to be the only one that could injure him in any way. He was gazing down into her eyes, studying her fine features. Her pale skin shimmered in the moonlight that shone through the window and he could count every single freckle on her nose. 

Suddenly he realized she was looking slightly nervous and uncomfortable; her arm as resting across her breasts, and she lay in a rather strange, crouched position. An idea dawned on him; she'd never been with a man before. His face lit up and he moved down to her face and nuzzled it sweetly, planting a soft kiss on her lips that seemed to last forever. 

He felt her muscles relax under his touch. His right hand stroked her belly gently. Her skin was so smooth, he'd never felt anything like it before. He pulled back and looked down on her naked body; she cringed under his gaze and tried to cover herself up better. He uttered a soft laugh and lifted her left hand to his face and kissed it. She barely dared to look up at him; she didn't know what to do and her insecurity was obvious. It was a nice change to see her unable to master a situation with wit, pure luck and weapon skill.

He held on to her arm and lifted himself on top of her; she was surprised that his weight didn't feel scary or intimidating. She looked at his shoulders and let her gaze take in the scars and cuts on his skin. An odd feeling crept through her; she felt warm. He looked good. 

He kissed her again, and she accepted his mouth with renewed courage. His tongue demanded hers more greedily and she responded with a shy giggle. He kissed his way downwards slowly. This really did feel rather odd now; her skin hummed at his touch and her breath was shallow. His lips were inches from her nipples when she stopped him; 

"I feel strange... Is that normal?" 

His forehead touched her shoulder as he laughed at her; she was most charmingly inexperienced. 

"This is nothing compared to what you are about to feel." He grinned wickedly at her and let his tongue sweep across her nipple carefully. Her whole body twitched and she yelped with surprise. He saw this as sufficient encouragement, and let his mouth engulf it, biting and sucking on it to her great pleasure, and his. They were so perfect and he moved to the other to give it equal treatment. She forgot being shy for a moment and let her nails trail down his spine, making him moan. 

Her legs parted of their own accord and he laid himself so near her that she could feel his manhood pressing against her leg. Her former nerves returned with renewed vigour and he sensed her hesitation. He lifted himself slightly off her to let her breathe. She wasn't even sure where this was heading;

"What are you doing to me? I feel so... And I want something but I don't understand..." With a pained expression she looked up at him. He gazed at her and with a reassuring smile as he pushed himself down and kissed her mound carefully, letting his tongue gently circle her clit. 

Her eyes opened wide as she moaned unknowingly. He smiled down at her soft curls and saw it as her way of letting him proceed. His tongue attacked her with such passion and her hands grabbed hold of the sides of the bed turning her knuckles white. He let her enjoy the treatment for what seemed like an age. Her sighs of happiness told him he was doing it right. She tasted divine.

He let one finger slip carefully inside her, and he felt a jolt of surprise run though her;

"A... are you sure you're doing this right? It hurt a bit..." Worried she might be hurting his feelings she hastily added; "I liked everything else!" His tongue ran the length of her pussy lips before he lifted his eyes to hers; 

"Yes, my love. I'm doing everything right. But I'm afraid it will hurt a little for you, but I can assure you I will treat you as gently as if you were made from porcelain. But I have to do this..." 

He looked almost uncertain. She nodded with an almost inaudible whimper. 

As much as he hated the scared expression on her face she was biting her lower lip nervously and looked so sexy without even knowing; he wasn't sure how he was going to be able to hold back. He raised himself to her face and kissed her, keeping her occupied with tasting herself while he adjusted himself so his cock was pressing gently against her wetness. She kissed him back; timidly at first, but once she got over the initial shock of tasting her own juices something that could only be described as unbridled passion took hold of her body and she kissed him hungrily. She wanted this!

He paused for a moment; his next move would cause her pain. He nibbled at her ear lovingly and moved his hips back just a bit. 

"Take a deep breath, lover." 

She did, and he thrust forward, filling her completely. He growled as she engulfed him with her beautiful tightness. 

She was so tight and he had to muster all his strength to keep still. He looked at her and felt his heart shatter as tears streamed down her face. 

She was in shock; this wasn't what the beautiful moment between lovers was supposed to be like. She wanted to wrench him away from her never to let him touch her again. He kept still as he kissed the tears from her face;

"It'll get better. You'll love it soon." 

She shook her head; 

"I don't want this. It really hurts." 

She looked so utterly miserable that he carefully withdrew from her. He wouldn't pressure her to do this. He moved to the side to cradle her in his arms; she needed him to protect her tonight. She'd been through a great transition despite her fear and pain. His hands stroked her hair and he cooed softly to calm her down.

Suddenly her nails dug into his shoulder;

"Wait..." She lifted her head and looked at him through tears that were flowing quite freely now; "Could we... you know... try again? Perhaps I did something wrong... I really want this with you..." 

She looked so miserable and beautiful and he rested his hand on her threshold, gently stroking her clit. He didn't want to scare her away by causing her anymore pain. 

"You didn't do anything wrong. You are perfect, and if you want we can try again. If not I will wait until you feel ready." 

She moved nervously and nodded with a pensive look on her beautiful face. A quick glance at him made her almost want to burst out laughing; he looked like a starving man at a feast surrounded by a force field. She took a deep breath and stroked his chin;  

"Let's try again. I'm sure we can do this..." 

He could hear the doubt in her voice, but leaned in to kiss her. While her lips were preoccupied with his, he moved back between her legs and thrust his hips forward again with a gentle motion; he smiled as this gave a whole new reaction; she gasped and wrenched her lips free. 

"By Elune!" 

He laughed at her and started moving his hips at a steady pace. She looked as if she had never been as happy as in this moment. Her lips curled up in a lustful smile and low growls told him she was enjoying it immensely. Her fingers locked themselves around his arms, she wanted more. He understood and moved faster and harder. She let out a soft scream; it was so perfect! 

He was panting and moaning like a wild animal. She didn't know what to do, but she reached up to touch his lips; he took her fingers in his mouth and sucked them playfully. She could feel his tongue playing against her skin. He leaned down to kiss her; he needed to muffle her or they would have people banging on the doors soon; she had rented a single room after all!

A yell of pleasure escaped her as she reached her climax. It felt as if her whole body tensed up into a spiralling wave of lust and passion and her breath came in short gasps as she arched her back in time with her convulsions. Stars flitted across her eyes and every fibre in her body seemed to be on fire.

Once she regained some sense of where she was and what she was doing she had time to admire what they had just done. She didn't understand it and quickly decided she didn't need to. She relaxed and let him fuck her as he wanted, merely enjoying what they were doing together and letting him ravage her body.

He dipped his head down and bit her nipples gently, but determinedly. She laughed and wrapped her legs around him with a sigh. He pulled out and told her to sit on top of him so she could decide the pace herself. She looked worried; what if she did something wrong? 

He took her arms and guided her up on his lap. He had propped himself against some pillows so his face was almost level with hers. He helped her press herself down on him, and she moaned happily as she felt the close connection again. She looked into his eyes and he grabbed her bum and lifted her slightly. She understood, and stared moving up and down. Her sweet smile gave him a deep sense of belonging; this girl was just so perfect.

After a few moments she realised that she loved how evidently he loved this, and rolled her hips while riding him. His head jerked backwards at this unexpected movement and the grasp on her bum tightened; she rode him more furiously. She wanted to experience that explosion again. His breath came in short, deep gasps now. 

Suddenly he wrenched her onto her back and thrust into her, grunting with pleasure. He sounded like a wild animal and she felt herself coming again; her orgasm removed the last bit of control he had over himself and he came with a deep, guttural howl. 

He slumped across her body, unable or unwilling to move. She felt so completely happy and strange and didn't know what to do apart from kissing his head and wrapping her arms around him tightly; had they just made love to each other? Had she finally experienced that pure and elevated passion? A soft mew escaped her lips in sheer contentment. 

They lay in silence for a long time. He was busy admiring what they had just done, and she was busy feeling so many new feelings. He pulled himself up and gave her a kiss mingled with a soft whisper; 

"I love you. Never leave me." 

She could safely promise him that she was his to do with as he pleased. He grinned; 

"Oh, I will."



***** by Prejudice for Literotica 12.10.2010 *****



At Long Last!



She knocks on the door of the hotel room and smoothes out her dress; she realises how nervous she is. Her palms are sweaty and sticking to her dress. She takes a deep breath as she hears footsteps inside the room. She had been anticipating this day for years but she never thought in her wildest dreams that it would come; yet here she stands in a tight red dress showing off her womanly curves, waiting to meet the man she has always dreamed of.

The door opens and she catches her first sight of the man she has longed for; he smiles at her warmly. She leans forward and wraps her arms around him tightly; his strong arms go around her waist as she breathes him in. 'Mmmm, always wondered what you would smell like,' she thinks. No words are spoken between them as they look into each others eyes and smile; they don't need words after all this time. Words were instrumental in how they met and were there only way of communicating in all this time; now all they need is the touch of each other. Standing there in the doorway staring at one another they finally walk inside,

"It is so nice to finally get to see you," her voice squeaks.

He laughed nervously, "You too, baby; would you like a drink?" 

She nods her head as she sits on the couch and stares at him looking up and down his body, admiring his nice strong chest, broad shoulders, and sexy ass. He has told her that he is 43 but if she didn't know that she might assume that he is 35. He is just as she imagined, perhaps even better; regardless of his age he is a very attractive man. Anyway, his age is one of the things that attracted her to him in the first place. He is just twenty years her senior and that is the minimum age gap that she would consider.

He fixes the drinks quickly and moves to the couch and sits down passing her the drink. Their hands touch as she takes the drink; the contact sends shivers through both of their bodies. She smiles and starts to talk about her flight and all the new things she has experienced so far. He sits back and listens to her as he watches her intently, the way she talks and the way she laughs.

He loves the way that she speaks; her accent and her giggle make him hard. He has dreamt of fucking a woman much younger than himself and tonight he plans to make it happen. His eyes travel from her hair down to her neck and then across her exposed shoulders; they look smooth and soft. Her breasts are better than he has imagined, full, round, and heavy with plenty of cleavage in that slinky red dress. He looks down at the way the dress clings to her curvy figure and then down to her legs, shapely and long. Her pretty toes in strappy black heels are painted the same colour as her dress. 

He can't wait any longer; he reaches out as she speaks and touches her thigh. She smiles and leans forward as their lips meet for the first time. Softly brushing against each other at first, then their lips part and he slides his tongue gently into her mouth. The kiss sends thrills through her body and she reacts by kissing him deeper and with more passion. Her arms wrap around his shoulders and she moves closer to him on the couch. His hand moves up and down her inner thigh gently, getting higher and higher up each time. 

There tongues entwine as their hands start to roam over each other touching and feeling their way around, exploring the unknown. His cock is rock hard bulging in his pants; she rips off his shirt and throws it across the room, her hands running over his chest; it feels so wonderful. She slides down to the floor and between his legs and starts to undo his belt; he leans back a little to give her more room. She is staring into his eyes as she works her hands on his belt and buttons and quickly frees his throbbing hard cock. 

He places his hands on her shoulders, rubbing her soft skin. She glances down and stares at his cock for the first time; it makes her gasp and smile. The sight of his cock head, shiny with pre cum makes her instantly swoop down and lick the tip. She swirls her tongue on his big cock head tasting his pre cum, her eyes look fleetingly up to meet his.

"Mmmmmmmmm yummy," she hisses as she licks more.

Her tongue stud flicking the end of his cock makes him jump a little, it feels hard and cold compared to her soft warm mouth. Her tongue runs down the underside of his cock and then to his balls, slowly taking her time, licking them and touching them reverently with her hands. His moans encourage her further as she licks back up to his cock and starts swirling her tongue around gently.

She glances up at him and his eyes are locked onto the act that she is performing; his head is tilted back slightly and a naughty smile is on his face. This makes her pussy tingle as she lets her mouth drop down over his cock, her tongue swirling gently as she starts to suck. His hands move to her head and push her down slightly; she smiles to herself as she knows he is getting impatient.

She slides her lips down to the base of his cock, taking him deep into her throat, her hand massaging his balls as she shows off her deep throating skills. His moans encourage her as she continues to suck on his hard throbbing cock. Her wet mouth sucks all the way down the length of his hard cock. His hands on her head are helping her as her tongue swirls around him; her hands still play with his balls slightly.

"Your first load is for my mouth," she whispers as she plants a kiss on the end of his cock.

He moans loudly and thrusts his hips up at her while his hands push her back down. Her mouth is so wet and warm as she starts to really suck and work hard on his cock. Wanting his cum in her mouth she can't wait, her pussy is getting wetter and wetter as she sucks and thinks about his cum finally blowing into her mouth.

His hands work her head up and down, pulling her hair and messing it up in his excitement. She starts to dribble a little as she sucks, his cock is hitting the back of her throat and she tries hard not to gag as she feels his cock twitching deep within her throat.

Her fingers tickle his balls as he pushes her head down hard and cum starts to surge up his cock shaft and deep into her mouth. She starts to swallow fast, her eyes watering as sperm hits the back of her throat. Swallowing faster she begins to enjoy the taste of his cum; she has always liked the taste of cum. A little cum dribbles from her mouth and she tries to suck it down as quickly as she can, not wanting to waste any. 

She lifts her head from his cock and looks at his face; he smiles at her and moans, "You are such a good cock sucker, baby!"

He wipes that dribble of cum that is on her chin with a finger and then puts his finger in his own mouth and licks it clean; this drives her mind wild and her pussy too.

"Stand up, and undress for me, baby," he whispers.

She stands up and slowly undoes the tie at the back of her dress and lets it fall forward; she then eases the dress down over her large round breasts and down to her waist. He stares at the sexy red bra that is confining those breasts and hiding them from him. She slides the dress down over her hips and it drops to the floor; now she is standing there in the middle of the room in only her red underwear and a pair of heels.

He stands up and moves to her, letting his trousers and shoes fall off so that he is completely naked; he moves behind her as he looks over her body. His hand wraps around her; the touch of him makes her shiver, giving her goose bumps. He kisses the back of her neck.

"You are so beautiful, baby," he whispers as he keeps kissing her neck; she leans back slightly into him so her body touches the length of his. 

His hands move up the front of her stomach and reach out to cover her breasts, his fingers rubbing gently. She leans her head back as she enjoys the sensation of his hands on her breasts and his mouth on her neck. His hot breath is making her pussy tingle and her low moans are waking his cock up again.

He moves around to the front of her and kisses her softly on the mouth before moving to his lips to her chest and all that cleavage. His hands move behind her and undo her bra; he lifts it off her and looks directly at her free, supple breasts. His hand gently massages them and his lips take in a nipple; he alternates with hand and mouth to suck the other nipple. Her nipples grow in his mouth as he suckles on them, licking and biting; her hands are on his back pulling him closer.

His mouth is so hot and amazing on her nipples, he alternates between the two, sucking and pinching as her moans increase in volume. He starts to move down to her stomach kissing it gently as his fingers tweak and twist her nipples. 

He drops to his knees and looks at her panties.

"Mmm, baby, I think you are enjoying yourself," he moans as he notices the wet patch on her red satin panties.

She giggles nervously as he moves closer, his hot breath is on her panties and thighs; she feels a tongue running up and down her pussy on the top of her panties, she moans at his touch and he moans too. One of his hands leaves her nipple, touches her thigh, and pulls her panties down; she opens her legs a little as they slide down, leaving her pussy exposed to him.

He smirks a little as he discovers that she is completely shaved, her pussy so smooth and puffy and free of any hair. He pushes his face up against her mound and his tongue laps at her pussy and tastes her juices; he runs his tongue up and down her slit, loving the taste of her. He flicks his tongue around, up and down as his hands hold on to her ass; he finds her clit with his tongue and her hands grab onto his head, pushing against him as he slowly circles her little clit with his tongue.

Her moans are making his cock grow again as he laps up her juices; he feels her legs tremble and tells her to sit on the couch. She shakily walks over and sits back as he crawls over and kisses her ankles up to her thighs. He lifts up her legs and spreads them wide and throws them over his shoulders, moving in closer to her wet pussy. Her nipples are hard and she touches them lightly with her fingers as she watches him start to lick her pussy, his tongue sliding deep inside her, then up to her clit, He sucks on her clit for a moment then works back down; her pussy juices are so tasty he wants more and more.

He slides a finger into her with ease as she gasps; his tongue concentrates on her clit flicking it and sucking it as she wriggles around on the couch. Her moans are getting longer and louder as he slides two fingers in and out of her wet pussy; her hands land on his head again and push his face down deeper into her pussy as he works on that clit with his tongue. Three fingers are now sliding in and out of her pussy as it is getting wetter and wetter by the minute; she moans that she is close to cumming and he sucks on her clit harder and his fingers slide in and out faster.

Then she lifts her hips up and presses his head down as her eyes close and she screams out, "OH MY GOD IM CUMMING!" 

He feels her pussy tighten on his fingers as her juices flow from her wet pussy; her whole body stiffens and then spasms as she moans and groans loudly. He laps furiously at her pussy, tasting her juices; he pulls out his fingers from her cunt and, moves them to her mouth, and she cleans them greedily. 

His cock is now rock hard again and wanting a piece of that wet pussy; he moves up and kisses her deeply and passionately and then tells her to move and bend over the edge of the couch. She smiles knowingly and moves quickly to the edge of the couch and leans over, her legs spread wide and her ass pointing up; her head rests on the couch.

She wriggles her ass back and forth at him while giggling. His hands grab her hips and he rubs his cock against her ass she moans wondering which hole he will pick first. With one hand he guides his cock to her pussy and runs it up and down her slit making sure to touch that sensitive clit; she gasps when his cock makes contact and thrusts her ass up at him.

He slowly slides his huge prick an inch into her pussy; it is tight on his fat cock. They moan together as he enters her slowly, leaning forward to let himself enter her fully. Her pussy is so wet and so tight around his hard cock.

Slowly he starts to slide out of her nearly all the way then rams his cock deeply back into her pussy. This makes her scream with pleasure as he does it again and again. His hands on her hips are helping him to ram that wet pussy harder. Her hips and ass thrust back to meet his thrusts his balls are slapping on her pussy loudly; the room fills with noises of sex, her juicy pussy, his balls slapping his grunts and groans and her screams and moans. 

They move faster and harder together finally fucking after all this time; his hand moves around and finds her clit and he starts to rub it as he knows he is close to cumming, probably closer than she is. He slows down his thrusts and rubs her clit faster; she bounces back at him and screams, "Harder." He picks up the pace again ramming her harder as his fingers work on her clit.

She pinches one of her nipples; her whole body is being stimulated and she moans louder and thrusts back harder at him. 

"I want you to cum in my pussy!" she screams suddenly.

He slams hard into her as she screams. He knows he can no longer hold back anymore; he thrusts hard into her and grunts that he is cumming as he holds her tightly and flicks her clit. 

She feels his cock twitch in her pussy then he is feeding his hot cum and filling her pussy; he thrusts a few more times and plays with her clit as he groans.

"Fuck, baby, fuck, - ohhh fuck!"

His cum filling her pussy sends her over the edge and she starts screaming out harder and moaning more as her own body starts to quiver with orgasm; there bodies are hot and sticky as they moan and groan in harmony.

He falls on top of her pressing her down into the couch, his cock still in her pussy as it starts to soften. She can feel the cum starting to drip out of her pussy as she lays there breathless. He kisses the back of her neck and she turns to kiss his mouth.

"Oh, darling, that was better than I ever imagined," she whispered. 

He laughs and agrees with her; they lay there over the couch enjoying each other's touch. 

She turns to look at him, hot and breathless, still lying on her back.

"Honey, I think my ass is feeling a little left out."

He laughs and kisses her deeply.

"Don't you worry, baby, I'll get to your ass."

She smiles and rests her head down thinking of the wonderful week ahead of them; she is so glad that she finally met her online lover.



At Long Last...



I am finally at the airport, waiting at baggage claim where you are to meet me. I have waited so long to finally see you, and I am apprehensive about our first meeting. My stomach is in knots, as I see people beginning to file off of the gangway from your flight, but the tension melts away when I finally see the face that I have seen so many times from afar.

Our eyes meet, and with a smirk you head straight for me. We hug, and I finally smell you, feel you...your scent, clean and masculine, is overpowering, and my knees go weak. We pull away, and I look at your face while I am still holding you. It looks so much better in person than it did on the webcam. 

We move together for a kiss, and it's as if I melt into you, finally touching those soft lips that I have only looked at until now. Your short beard tickles my chin as your tongue seeks entry into my mouth. Our tongues dance around one another as we are locked in a long-awaited embrace, not caring about the curious glances and knowing smiles cast our way. When we hear the announcement for your flight, we make our way to the baggage claim, our arms around one another's waist, talking and laughing, all of my tension gone now as I am finally in the arms that I wanted so long to hold me. 

We stand waiting for your bags, still holding one another, making small talk. We are so happy to finally be in one another's arms that we hardly know what we're talking about, and I lose my train of thought every time I gaze into your blue eyes. You see the look on my face, know my heart has skipped a beat, and look back at me with the same wonder that I feel now that I have finally met my prince. Your bags finally come around and you grab them with one fluid motion, and we turn to head for the door, and my car.

As the doors open, the chill October wind whips my leather trench coat open, to reveal the outfit I had worn just for you: knee-high black suede heeled boots, black tights, a short pleated skirt, and a white blouse with just one too many buttons undone. You lick your lips as your eyes wander over my body, and then meet mine once again. The look in my eyes, and my half-smile, tell you that I am thinking the same things, as we make our way to the car. 

When we get there, I open the trunk so you can put your bags inside. I slam it closed and attempt to walk to the driver's side, but before I make it to the door you grab me and pin me against the side of the car, pushing your hips into mine and kissing me hungrily. I sigh as your hands travel over my body in this secluded parking lot, as the contrast of the chill air on my legs, and your hot lips on my mouth, drives me crazy.

Your lips move from mine, to my neck, and your hands begin to massage my breasts as you bite and suck my neck. I moan into your ear, and you move to whisper how long you have waited for this. Still pinning me to the car, you kiss me again deeply, and begin to unbutton my blouse to reveal a black lace bra. My nipples are hard from the combination of the cold and the excitement, and your mouth covers them. Feeling your hot mouth through the lace of my bra sends chills down my spine, and sensing my excitement you move one hand down to my pussy to feel the excitement there. 

I feel you pause as you realize that my tights are thigh-high, and I am not wearing any underwear. I wanted you to have easy access, and the cool air on my swollen lips as I walked through the airport was an incredible high. You bite my nipple and simultaneously slide a finger inside me, and I feel like I'm going to come right then, but you bring me to the edge and stop. I look down at you, a little annoyed, but I see that you are moving into a crouch, a smile on your lips that tells me exactly what you want. I look around, still a little nervous about being discovered, but there is no one in sight. My fears melt away as I feel your lips on my thighs, teasing me. 

Your whiskers scratch me as you nibble the delicate skin of my inner thighs, meticulously avoiding that one spot you know I want you to touch. I lift one leg over your shoulder, to give you easier access, and you surprise me by throwing the other leg over your other shoulder, and lifting me up slightly, so that I am sitting on the trunk of my car, with you kneeling between my legs. Your lips move closer, and when they finally touch mine, I almost lose it. I manage to hold on, and keep my orgasm under control, until you start working on my clit. As you flick it with your tongue, it sends waves of pleasure through me. I look down to see your eyes smiling up at me, and then you take my clit between your lips and start sucking on it. Unable to take it anymore, I finally explode, and just as I am coming back down, you shove two fingers inside of me, and I come again almost instantly. 

You continue your assault on me, making me come over and over, but only making me want you inside of me even more. I reach down and put my hand in your hair. You look up at me, and I tell you I want you inside me. You stand up and undo the button of your pants, and I can see the bulge there that tells me you want me just as badly. You unzip your pants and slide them and your boxers down a bit, and your cock springs free. My mouth waters for you, but that is for a later time...right now I want you inside me so badly I can't pause for anything. You lean in, and begin to nuzzle my tits again as you rub your cock up and down my slit, driving me to distraction. I am glad now that there is no one in the parking lot to hear my moans as you tease me. You bring your hand up to my mouth, and I eagerly lick my cum off of your fingers, as you watch me. 

I stare into your eyes, your fingers still in my mouth, and unable to wait any more, you ram yourself home, forcing me to take all of you in one thrust. I cry out as you fill me, but you muffle my cry, covering my mouth with yours once again. I can taste myself on your lips, and that combined with your cock thrusting into me drives me over the edge again. I come several times before you speed up your momentum, and I know by the way your muscles are tensing that you're almost there. I whisper in your ear, asking you to come, begging you to fill my pussy with your cum. That is too much for you, and I feel the hot spurts as your whole body tenses and you empty yourself into me, as I come one last time. You kiss me once more, and withdraw your cock, along with a flood of your cum, and mine. You button up your pants, and ask me how it was, a smirk on your lips. I smile back, and say, "It'll hold me over, until we get home."



At Long Last



© 2011 – SWFL_Wordslinger.

Introduction from the author:

Just a quick note: This story may look familiar to some, and it should. This was originally posted under an alternate screen name I created for the sole purpose of having one person read it, without reading my other works. That story has been deleted at my request, and I am re-posting it under my main account in a newly edited form. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. C...this one is still for you :) 



The back yard was a sea of blackness as Devin sat on the patio. A dog barked in the distance, but otherwise the neighborhood was silent. The steady beat of the rain on the aluminum roof helped calm his nerves and slow his racing heart. The only light was the dancing orange glow of a single candle on the patio table. He sipped his drink and stared off into the darkness, lost in thought.

Lynn stood on the inside of the house looking out onto the patio at the man she was falling in love with. He sat just a few feet away, separated from her by only a thin pane of glass. They had met online a few months ago; he a firefighter from out of state in a dead end relationship, searching for a way out; she a single mother struggling through a nasty divorce. They had clicked immediately, and over the following months their relationship had grown. What had started as innocent flirting, had quickly led to exchanges of naughty pictures, phone sex & on-line mischief, and from there to swapping of life stories and a deepening sense of connection felt by both. 

The night so far had been amazing. Devin had picked her up in his rental car at 6:00 pm. From there dinner, drinks, dancing and a romantic horse-drawn carriage ride had followed. Now they were back at her little house with her daughter safely tucked away at her grandparents' house, and it was her turn to surprise him.

She felt feverish, both hot and cold at the same time. Gone was the flowing, sexy-yet-modest dress she had worn out. In its place she wore a silk top, tied behind her neck and open to well below her cleavage, giving a spectacular view of her triple-D chest, and black lace panties trimmed in silk that were cut high showing most of her round bottom. Her nipples were hard little buds straining against the silky fabric of her top. She took two deep, cleansing breaths and then slid the door open and stepped into the night.

Devin tensed at the sound he had been waiting for: the door sliding back on its tracks. He turned and saw Lynn standing there, the candle light dancing in her eyes, and his breath caught in his throat. She stood about five foot one with a soft curvaceous body. Her pale skin, like fresh cream, seemed to glow in the dim light. 

"What do you think?" She asked timidly.

"You are even more beautiful than your pictures baby." Devin told her with confidence. She seemed to relax a little at that. "Come here."

She walked slowly to the chair where he was sitting, dropping her gaze from his only once, to note the thick ridge of his erection under the denim of his pants. When she was standing in front of her, he looked up and smiled, and her anxieties fell away. She read all of the love and adoration her had professed to her on-line and over the phone in that smile and it melted her heart. His hands, large and callused yet gentle in their touch, slid slowly up her thighs to cup her ass.

The feel of her soft supple skin in his palms was everything he had dreamed it would be. He looked up at her, looking down at him. He could smell the hot, musty aroma of her need just inches from his face. He pulled her close and nuzzled his face into the cleft between her thighs, feeling the damp lace scratching at his skin. Using one hand he pulled this to the side and reveal her beautiful pussy. Her lips gleamed wetly in the candlelight; a delicate pink, very plump and parted slightly, with her hooded clit poking out at the top like a crown. Devin ran his tongue over the smooth skin of her lips and felt her shiver. When he slipped his tongue into her slit she loosed a low, breathless moan. As his tongue explored she began to sway her hips in rhythm. Her hands were on the back of his head, fingers curled tightly in his hair.

"Oh god." She moaned as he sucked gently on her throbbing clit. "I've been waiting for this for so long." His tongue probed deeper still, snaking it's way into her as deep as he could get it while he rubbed her swelling clit.

Finally, she could stand it no longer. Lynn pulled Devin's head away from her sex and they locked eyes again. His chin glistened with her wetness. She bent at the waist and kissed him deeply, ignoring the not unpleasant taste of her own body on her lovers' lips. As their tongues danced, her hands worked at his pants, tugging the zipper down and fumbling with the button before finally freeing his tool. She slid her hand up and down his shaft, caressing the hard throbbing pole. He had told her he was about seven, and that looked right in pictures, but in her hand it felt more like a baseball bat: long, hard and thick, crisscrossed with a network of ridges and veins. Her pussy ached to have it filling her up.

"Mmmm" she purred into his mouth. "Pictures don't do this any justice baby." She bent and placed a kiss on the head of his penis where a clear drop of pre-cum glistened, before climbing into his lap. Lynn laced her arms around her lover's neck as he trailed kisses down her own, over her shoulders, down into her cleavage. His hands squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh of her bottom as he continued to kiss her body.

Her smell was intoxicating to him as he kissed the smooth mounds of her breasts: a light mixture of coconut and vanilla, underlined by the strong smell of her arousal. He could feel the lace of her panties - and the hot, wet chasm beneath them - grinding on his erection. 

"You are so beautiful baby" Devin whispered. He abandoned his grip on her rear and pulled the silky top open, spilling her marvelous tits into his face. Her hard, pink nipples beckoned him, and he took one into his mouth, sucking gently and pinching the other as he caressed and kneaded her breasts. Lynn shivered with excitement and the wetness between her thighs doubled. 

"Ohhh." She moaned looking down at her lover. He returned her gaze, lost in the blue gray sea of her eyes. "Make love to me." She whispered, "I can't take it anymore."

He pulled her down into a passionate kiss, relishing the softness of her plump lips. Lynn broke the kiss and stood, turning her back to Devin, swaying her ass seductively in her face. She looked back over her shoulder as she sat down in his lap again.

"Is this how you said you wanted me baby?" She asked referring to the detailed descriptions they had given each other on several occasions. 

"Mmm yes" He mumbled as he pulled Lynn back against him. She ground her hips into his lap while he resumed kissing her neck. One of his hands crept up to cup her breast while the other slid down her belly to the fire between her legs. He pulled her panties to the side and slid one finger along her slit, pausing to tweak the hard little nub if her clit, causing her to squeal. She reached between her legs and grasped his cock, using her free hand to pull her panties aside. He throbbed in her hand as she guided Devin's cock to her steaming opening. They let out a long, low moan in unison as his member slid into the velvet oven at her center. Boiling, liquid silk swallowed his cock as it slid deeper and deeper, her body relaxing to accept every inch he had to offer. They moved together, slowly rocking back and forth in an easy rhythm to the sound of the falling rain. 

"Turn around baby." Devin whispered into her ear. "I want to look into your eyes." 

He felt a brief pang of regret when she stood and he slipped out of her, but was rewarded soon enough as she straddled his lap with her knees in the padded seat and guided him back into her. They locked eyes and rocked together, each pushing the other closer to the edge.

"Oh baby don't stop." She moaned. "You feel so good inside of me."

Devin's face was buried between her mountainous tits, powerful hands gripping her supple ass while he impaled her with his cock. Each thrust pushed each of them closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh yes Devin! Yes! I love you!" Lynn cried out as she came. Waves of exquisite pleasure radiated out from the point of their union, rocking her body. Devin continued his slow deep thrusts into her as she quivered in his arms. The added wetness of her orgasm was all it took to push him over; Devin grunted through clenched teeth and his balls clenched, pumping his seed deep inside of her. His movements slowed to a stop and her could feel their mingled juices leaking down his shaft and over his empty balls.

They sat that way; totally spent, holding each other tightly, not talking, simply loving each other. Sometime later, with the eastern sky paling with the coming dawn Lynn roused from alight, peaceful sleep. She was still in Devin's lap, in fact still had his semi-erect penis inside of her. She kissed her lover's nose lightly. Devin opened his eyes and smiled at her.

"Good morning gorgeous." He said.

Lynn beamed back at him. It was the first time in a long time that anyone had called her gorgeous to her face. 

"Good morning handsome." She returned. She stood, holding his hands and pulling him to his feet with her. "Come to bed baby." They walked to her bedroom, hand in hand like two long time lovers. As the sun heaved its fiery bulk over the eastern horizon it was greeted by the soft cries of their lovemaking...



At Long Last



Sometimes dreams really do come true...

She certainly wasn't the first beauty he'd worked with. The government agencies and private companies in the DC area attracted smart, educated, incredibly beautiful women from all over the country, the highest concentration of them he'd ever seen.

But this one was different. From the moment she introduced herself and locked eyes with him, something sparked, something primal yet inexplicably complex. Her beauty had literally left him breathless and tongue tied when they met; she had been blessed with the best the gene pool had to offer. Taller than average, with huge grey-green eyes framed by the longest lashes he had ever seen, her chestnut hair tumbled perfectly around her face and neck. A full mouth with classically kissable lips, an easy smile with straight, perfectly white teeth, and a smoky, sultry voice completed this near-perfect package.

Then there was that body. That can't all be real, he had thought. Breasts like half melons, at least a C cup, standing straight and proud as they seemed to defy gravity. A perfect waist curving into narrow hips and a heart-shaped ass that he often thought would fit perfectly into his hands, all held up by long, tanned, shapely legs toned through years of vigorous exercise. If he was ever called on to describe the perfect women, it would be her.

Their jobs were similar and required regular contact and conversation. They had even taken a few breaks together and were occasional workout partners; they had become real friends and knew a lot about each other. He didn't want to risk that friendship with any unwelcome overt actions, so while he pined for her secretly, he maintained an air of friendly professionalism at work. They hadn't been on anything that could be described as a date.

He sometimes sensed there was mutual interest, though. She would come to his office to discuss matters that a quick e-mail would have easily resolved, and seemingly made any excuse to keep a conversation going. When poring over a document together, she would stand extremely close, literally up against him, which pressed her perfect breasts against his arm. During their joint sessions at the gym she wore a tight, low cut sport top, her breasts straining against the fabric, and the tightness of the yoga pants she wore accentuating her perfect proportions. When her eyes locked on his it was all he could do to stay focused on the task at hand.

As was often the case, he was working well into the evening that Monday. The everyday demands of his position left him no time for the extras - the evaluations, the reports, the proposals, even the management of his files. He rarely arrived home before 7:30. Others did the same.

On this particular evening he thought he was the last one in the office. Concentrating on his work, he didn't know she was there until he heard her call teasingly from the door: "You know what they say about all work and no play..." Even a trite saying like that was like the song of angels coming from her. He swung his chair around to face her. "I gave up on fun during the workweek a long time ago," he said with a grin. "This is the only time I have to really get things done."

"So what's so all-fired important about this?" she asked, moving toward his side of the desk with her eyes on the monitors. He swung back toward the computer and she stood immediately behind him. He pointed to various parts of the image on the screen and tried to explain what he was doing, but her nearness was distracting and he found the right words difficult. "Have you considered weighting these functions to allow for different sample sizes?" she asked, pointing to the screen while leaning against him. The back of his head was now cradled between her breasts. When she drew her hand back she maintained the pressure against him, her perfect breasts against his head and both hands resting lightly on his shoulders. Things were definitely taking a new direction.

As he began to comment, her hands began to move along his shoulders, down onto his chest and back to his neck. His heart felt like it was going to explode from his chest and his breath came in short bursts as her hands continued their journey, her fingertips sliding across his well-conditioned pectorals and down onto his abs. His cock had come to attention and strained against the fabric of his pants.

He silently began to turn, a move she anticipated by moving in a counter direction as she brought her face toward him. Her eyes locked on his, she continued her movement until she came to rest on his lap with her left hand on the back of his neck, her face inches from his. She drew his face towards her and their lips met, first lightly, then more firmly as her tongue darted playfully into his mouth. His right hand was holding her back while his left rested on her right thigh.

That first kiss, so long in coming, seemed to last for hours. It was a kiss overflowing with feeling, joining the two of them inexorably together as only a kiss can. His left hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it lazily moved up and down her thigh. With her free hand she reached down and removed her shoes. When their lips finally parted, she whispered, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." "Oh babe," he replied, "I thought I was the only one who felt that way." Their lips met in another long, gentle, lingering kiss, their breathing synchronized, their hearts beating as one.

Again their lips parted and she walked slowly to close the office door. "I'm pretty sure we're the only ones here, but you never know," she smiled. Her hand flipped off the light as she walked back towards him. Taking both of his hands, she drew him up to a standing position. In her husky whisper she said, "Help me with these," and guided his hands to the buttons of her blouse. While he silently obeyed her request, she did the same with his shirt, untucking it as she reached the bottom. When he finished, her blouse hung parted by a few inches, draped over the swell of her breasts and exposing the lacy bra containing them. With a slight shrug, the blouse fell to the floor and his heart began to beat even faster as he slipped off his shoes. Her eyes still looking directly into his and with an inviting smile on her face, she unzipped her skirt and it joined the blouse on the floor. She stood before him clad in only the white bra and matching panties, a true vision. She was without a doubt the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

"Now, this just won't do," she said playfully, grasping his shirt and sliding it back over his shoulders until it joined the ever-growing pile of clothes on the floor. Moving closer, her lips brushed his lightly as her hands unbuckled his belt, unhooked and unzipped his pants, and pushed them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them without breaking the gentle kiss.

With a slight step back, she allowed her eyes to wander up and down his body, her hands gently stroking him from chest to thigh and back. She leaned forward and planted gentle kisses on his chest, moving slowly downward with each one. As she moved lower she dropped to her knees in front of him, his bulging boxer shorts almost at eye level with her. Looking up at his face, she smiled while her thumbs hooked into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down his legs and off his feet, taking his socks with them. His huge erection was now standing straight out from his body. She gently grasped it with one hand.

Dropping her gaze, she lowered herself slightly and kissed the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted and licked, her lips occasionally surrounding the head. She ran her tongue down the length of his shaft and back, finally opening her lips wide enough to take it completely into her mouth. Slowly, gently, she moved her mouth back and forth, allowing almost his entire cock to move in and out of her warm, wet mouth and occasionally taking it in to its base. His hands gently grasped the sides of her head, moving it in unison with his involuntary hip movements. He moaned in pleasure and knew his orgasm was not long in coming.

She seemed to sense his imminent release and increased the rhythm of her movement. Her hand now moved along with her mouth, stroking his shaft, the friction of her mouth and hand bringing his ever closer to cumming. He could feel his balls start to spasm – to "boil over," as he called it – and with one final stroke she stopped her movements and moaned in delight as he erupted in orgasm, shooting his hot cum into her eager mouth as each spasm rocked him. He had never had such an intense orgasm, his load so big that some of it escaped her hungry mouth and dripped onto her chin. Finally removing her mouth, she swallowed what he given her and playfully used a finger to clean her chin, putting those last drops in her mouth too. "Well, mister," she said with a sly smile. "You certainly seem happy to see me tonight." He leaned down and planted a long, wet, yearning kiss on her beautiful lips.

He put his hands on her shoulders and with gentle pressure brought her to her feet. The white of her garments contrasted beautifully with her bronzed skin, and he allowed himself a few moments to drink in her breathtaking beauty. Not completely unfamiliar with feminine undergarments, he noticed that her bra had a front clasp and he deftly unhooked it. Her large breasts caused the cups to fall away and expose themselves to his hungry gaze. With another slight shrug her bra fell to the floor, and she moved her hands to the back of his head. Tilting her head back, she drew his face to the cleft between her tits, and he brought a hand to each of them. Planting gentle kisses in the middle, his fingers found her erect nipples and gently, slowly pinched each one. A guttural moan escaped her throat.

His mouth moved onto each breast, kissing and licking, occasionally taking each nipple between his lips. He scraped his teeth gently on them, heightening the sensation and drawing another moan from her. Her breasts were better than he had imagined, round and firm, with perfectly proportioned aureoles and nipples. His motions gained intensity and he sought to devour them. Standing up, he kissed her again as his hands found the waist of her panties and gently pushed them down over her hips, allowing them to slide down her legs. The clothing pile on the floor was complete as she stepped out of them.

Again using the gentle pressure of his hands, he sat her in his office chair and knelt in front of her. Her legs parted to bring him closer, and they shared another deep, lingering kiss. Her hands stroked his head and shoulders as he kissed her neck, her throat, each of her breasts. His lips and tongue explored her stomach, her waist, her hips, the tops of her thighs. He occasionally ran them to the inside of her thighs with a quick brush against her pussy as he moved from side to side, her pubic hair shaved to a narrow strip like a highway sign pointing to paradise. Her own breathing became shorter and she moaned as she parted her legs farther in anticipation. She brought her feet to rest on his back.

He finally brought his face fully into her wet pussy, drawing the tip of his tongue its full length and tasting her sweet wetness. Up he went, parting her lips with his tongue and using its slight roughness to stimulate her clitoris. Down he would follow, pressing us tongue into her pussy and moving it around. Her hands grasped his head and pulled it to her more forcefully, putting pressure on her senses as he sucked and licked her clit. The man has quite the talented tongue, she thought. I never thought anyone could be this good at it. He inserted first one, then two fingers into her, turning them up to stimulate her G spot and rubbing it as he licked and sucked her clit. Giving herself over to complete abandon, she spread her knees apart as far as she could and threw her head back as her own orgasm built. Moaning and moving her hips in rhythm with his motions, she pulled his head in tight and pressed against his face as her body spasmed again and again, hot juice flowing from her pussy to be eagerly lapped up by his mouth. Her spasms finally subsided and her grasp of his head relaxed. Now it was his turn to smile up at her, his face glistening with her juices. In addition to everything else, her pussy tasted better than he had imagined, and he had feasted. If she hadn't already figured it out, he enjoyed eating pussy more than about anything else in the world and she had just been eaten by the best.

Between her stunning beauty and the zinc supplements he took daily, he was again erect despite his recent orgasm. She gazed in awe at the sight of his hardon as he moved his hips closer to her. "Slow down, my love," she whispered. "I want to feel all of you inside me, and I know just how I want that." Gently pushing him back, she stood and turned toward the chair, kneeling on it and grasping the back, looking over her shoulder at him. He stood up and took a long, deep look at her beautiful ass facing him, her back slightly arched to tilt it upward. Perfect cheeks, the cleft between them spreading slightly to expose her anxious pussy, he was almost overcome with excitement and yearning. Standing between her calves, he slightly spread the left cheek a little and guided his rock hard shaft into her wet channel. They both moaned as he ever so slowly pushed the full length into her, pausing with her ass cheeks against his midsection before just as slowly moving back. With a hand on each of her hips, he began to slowly move in and out of her, feeling the soft coolness of her perfect ass against him with each thrust. She moved herself with his rhythm, increasing in tempo as he did. Their passion took them to another level, his thrusts becoming more and more forceful, her ass cheeks vibrating with each one, her tits swinging freely with their movements. Once he stopped while fully in her, pivoting his cock at the base and moving it inside her in a way that almost took her over the edge again before he commenced his driving thrusts. "Omigod this is wonderful!" she cried out. "Fuck me harder! Make me cum again!" 

Finally they both reached that point of no return, seemingly at the same instant. They pressed against each other as their orgasms washed over them, their juices mingling as he shot another steaming load into her and she coated him with her own juices. Grunting and sweating, they cried out in simultaneous release, until completely spent he collapsed forward onto her back. Their breathing was ragged and heavy, and it took a few minutes to regain some equilibrium. Finally he dropped to the floor and she followed, resting her head on his chest, his arm encircling her as they silently enjoyed each other and the realization that things had indeed changed, and very much for the better.



At Long Last



Author’s Notes: This story was, at one time dedicated to a good friend of mine. 

Your words inspired and entertained me, long before I ever met you.. Keep your eyes open my friend, they are truly the windows to your soul and other imagined possibilities. Remember one person’s idea of trash may be someone else’s treasure. Never stop believing…

Disclaimer: If you are not of legal age to be reading this or the subject of gay romance and sex disturb you, what are you doing here in the first place? This story has never been edited so any mistakes, typographical or grammatical or misinformation are mine alone. If you want to let me know what you think, you can e-mail me. Responses will be timely and flames will be ignored.

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I could feel the smooth glans graze the roof of my mouth on the way to take up its residence in the back of my throat. He had been there so many times. Given me so much pleasure these last months. As the seven inches of his slightly curved cock slid past the brink of the natural abyss leading to my gullet, I gave him everything I had, swallowing two, three, four times before I could feel the liquid lava of his testicles erupt down into me.

I pulled back ever so gently as to not aggravate the oversensitive head of his penis that was twitching against my tongue. A single tear slipped from his eye. He was melancholy this week. Our lives crossing some ten months ago had tentatively replaced the sorrow emanating from his soul, but I still sometimes caught him not believing that I was so enamored of him. 

Kissing the tear away, we rose and began the routine of our day. 

Standing at the sink after our showers, we busily hurried shaving and brushing our teeth. He glanced over toward me and I smiled. The reflection of us, not marred by dreams of grandeur, told our tale. We were past the age where trifles like build and the illusions of a pretty face mattered. The prime of our lives was upon us and I had to remind him constantly that these things made no difference to me. It was his heart and soul that made him so enigmatic and sparked my interest.

Rinsing my cereal bowl in the sink and placing it in the dishwasher, I reached for his and started the cycle. The pasta for dinner, made fresh on the weekend and stored for later use, sat on the counter by the stove, waiting to be molded into another wonderful creation in which I showed my love for the man in my life. Fresh mushrooms and spinach would accompany the light creamy alfredo sauce that I would carefully prepare tonight to nourish my lover’s body, while rejuvenating his mind with my hearty tales of a robust work day.

He still sat drinking his morning coffee as I sidled up beside him and nuzzled my face in his neck. 

“You promise to try and have a good day? No letting the little monsters tie you to the desk and torture you now. Tell them that I will have to come down there and prove I am far superior to their quick thinking little minds if they do.” I kissed the wide breadth of his neck behind his ear and slipped my arms around his chest, full and bursting with longing and desire to repeat the act that bonded us this morning.

He smiled as I passed back in front of the kitchen counter on the way to the front door, my work boots trodding heavily on the linoleum. 

“I love you, you know?” He said quietly.

I beamed, “Yeah babe I do. And I love you, whether you believe it or not!” I winked as I headed out the door, burning the image of his lovely graying hair, rosy cheeks and drowning eyes into my brain for the day.

His self-confidence had mostly returned after the first few weeks I stayed around after meeting him that day on the train, but every now and then, like this morning, I caught him slipping back into the questioning, unsure single man I watched from across a crowded commuter train.

As I started my truck and let it idle, the memory of our chance of luck, fate, kismet, whatever you want to call it rolled around in my mind. Never in a million years would I have thought that I could find love twice in a lifetime, but there it was averting my glances not some 20 yards from me…

As I finished up from my long day, the locker room at the yard seemed empty. Most of the men had already left around three. The day before Christmas was still a work day, but the powers that be at the city had let everyone on day shift go home early to be with their families. I had volunteered to be on call, fending off whatever emergency may arise with the aging water and sewer system over the holiday. I changed out of my waterproof work pants and pulled my walking shoes back on. The air was cold and crisp and the chill would keep me alert on my stroll to the station. I blew on my hands as I walked, forgetting my gloves in the kitchen of my small apartment that morning. The rush of the day had passed, but there were still quite a few people on the train. I shuffled past most, smiling from the happier faces I encountered this time of year and found a seat. 

I surveyed the crowd. I loved watching people and the day before my favorite holiday was no exception. I loved to think of what their situations might be as I played devil’s advocate for them. Along the wall next to me was a woman in her mid to late forties. A scarf encircled her carefully coifed tresses and a raincoat clinched tightly in her grasp, covered a shimmering black party dress. She was, in my mind, a well-known lady of high society. Her administrative assistant had called in sick this morning, much to her disappointment and left her to run her own errands. How much more demeaning could that be, she thought to herself, as I giggled to myself in my scenario.

There were two construction guys sitting across from me wide stances and burly shoulders giving away their profession. They… let’s see they were two buddies, friends for their entire lives, growing up together on the shores of Jersey. Married with wives and kids, mortgages and extramural softball leagues, each longed for the other to test the line of friendship and offer something forbidden. Alas, to straight to know what was good for them, they continued in their mundane lives, lusting secretly and jacking off routinely to visions of the other in the buff. I chuckled again to myself. I knew no one knew of my little plots, but they nevertheless kept my mind amused on my daily journeys.

I looked around for another victim. Green eyes flashed up from under a hat that had seen its better days. When I openly stared at him, he purposely looked out the window, fearing I was a mugger or a pervert.

I let my eyes drift away from him to ease his suspicions. In my quick appraisal I had seen a man of some substance. Early forties, graying at the temples, his face though looked haggard and withdrawn. I didn’t have to spin a yarn of mystery around him, his story was written all over him. From his downward stare to his disheartening body language, he reeked of loneliness and apathy. I knew him, hell I almost became him.

When my lover of twenty years died suddenly of a heart attack three years ago, I spiraled into grief and despair. Family and friends pulled me back from the brink of the chasm in my heart, never letting me alone long enough to get so deep into myself that I would never return. I was lucky, my sister and brother and their families meant the world to me and I immersed my life with the role of perfect uncle until my heart found repose. I still looked at the spot in the park where we passed many a summer’s day reading to each other or just relaxing with a tinge of sadness, but I had found that life goes on, with or without you.

A couple of stops had drawn the few other people in our car to their final destinations, leaving me there with my suspicious friend. I gathered my courage and approached him. Again his stare left me and scurried to find a hiding place. I extended my hand and spoke to him. He visibly shuttered with surprise.

“Hi,” I said. “I’m Loren Whittier.” His eyes again darted up from under the brim of his tattered hat appraising the lunatic before him.

“Look, I know I could be the slasher from hell and you don’t know me from Adam, but it being Christmas Eve and all, I just thought I would say hello at least.” I sighed, I didn’t think I was getting through to him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” I moved to return to my seat. 

“No,” he said, as I was half way back to my previous position. “Don’t go.”

I turned and looked at him. His head sank against his chest and I couldn’t help but wonder just how alone this man really was. He looked back and begged me with his eyes to return. I came over and sat where I had before, giving him plenty of space and not reaching into his comfort zone again with my greeting.

This time though, his hand extended to me.

“It’s very nice to meet you Loren Whittier, I’m Neal… Neal Cartwright.” His hands were puffy and red from the winter cold. I shook his hand in greeting, feeling the firm grip and despite their appearance, a warm body temperature.

“I just wanted to say what a gracious thing that was for you to do. I can’t remember when ever in my forty seven years I have been approached by a complete stranger simply to extend a greeting.” He was very well spoken and reminded me of a proper English gentleman. He took off his hat and held it in his lap.

“Thanks Neal, I just thought you looked like you needed a friend today.” I wanted to say more, but I held back. My success at judging sexual preference based on outward appearances was iffy at best. I didn’t need him bolting before I could try to get to know him, at least a little.

“Where are you headed buddy? Home to the family for Christmas?” I suspected there were no wife and kiddies waiting at home for him, but testing the waters was safe for now.

“No, no. I don’t have a family Loren. My cats will be sitting, detached, languidly sprawled on the furniture hastily awaiting my return.” Neal’s eyes were indeed the windows to his soul.

“You in the city?” I pried even further. 

“No, just this side of New Haven.” Neal volunteered.

“Well I’m off here at the last NY stop. I don’t either by the way.” I fished the line out there.

“Don’t what?” His brow peaked.

“Have a family to go home to.” I watched closely to see his reaction.

He was deep in thought. “I see. Well, in any case it was a pleasure to meet you my courteous friend.”

*****

I shifted the transmission into reverse. As I backed out of the driveway of our suburban Connecticut home, I looked at Neal’s well-worn Buick sitting next to my regular spot. That car was not going to last another winter here in the land of ice and snow. We had talked repeatedly about replacing it with something newer and more dependable, but just like the rut his life had been before our relationship blossomed, Neal was attached to the old, familiar piece of baggage. 

We had slowly opened up to each other in those first months, my hope and enthusiasm finally wearing down his complacency and cynicism. He never believed that I was in it for the long haul and even though I told him over and over how much I adored him, he never let himself believe it. One day when I had been completely fed up by his dreary attitude, I shouted to him from the upstairs landing as he was leaving for the academy.

“I love you Neal Cartwright, whether you believe me or not. I am going to be your lover for the rest of your life and I will not leave you or our lives together, no matter what. You are a stubborn, self-absorbed prick sometimes. And until you stop worrying what I see in you and accept that what I am attracted to is you, all of you, body, brain, heart and soul then we are never going to get past the emptiness you felt for all of those years.” I was sweating and shaking as I finished my tirade. His eyes filled with tears as he reached for the door handle and left the house. I slammed my hand down on the banister enough to sprain my wrist it turned out. I guess I’m lucky I didn’t break the railing.

Later that afternoon, trying for the millionth time to relax and enjoy my vacation day, the doorbell rang.

I peeked out of the living room window, pulling the shears to one side and saw a delivery van from the local florist. I opened the door and there stood a lovely young man, holding an even lovelier bouquet of creamy roses. He asked for Loren Whittier and I signed my name to his ledger. I took the flowers to the kitchen table and sat down, pulling the card from the holder. I knew of course whom they were from, but secretly I was hopeful that I had finally gotten through to him. The card said simply…

I know you do… I’m sorry ~N

Now with those months of uncertainty behind us we slipped into a familiar, comfortable routine. I knew that as much as he hated to admit it, Neal was ready to leave the hurt of his earlier life behind him. The car would be a different story. That was the planned topic of discussion for tonight’s dinner. We probably wouldn’t need a fire to warm the chilling September air this evening, as the hot air coming from my partner would keep us both rather toasty.

I pulled up to the small parking lot that housed my new Dodge Ram at the water department in our town. It hadn’t been difficult to transfer out here, my twenty plus years of experience was well received in the small, close knit public works department. I sat there looking around as the radio played a sexy saxophone solo. I loved jazz and as one of the many things Neal and I had in common, it reminded me of him and his cool, reserved persona. The one I fell in love with on Christmas day last year.

*****

The train had come to a stop at my station. I looked back over my shoulder thinking that I would probably never see this guy again. 

“Neal, would you like to come and have a drink with me before you go home?” He seemed astonished at me yet again.

“Why yes Loren, that would be lovely.” He gathered his aging leather case and reached for his gloves in his coat pocket. His hat (which I promptly threw out the first week I was there) perched on his head, droopy and exhausted from years of use, making him look quite a bit older than he was.

“Good, well there’s a little place right by my apartment that should still be open.” We walked for a couple of blocks, talking about the weather and the city, until we reached the neighborhood pub near my building. The Blue Note was a little jazz joint that I hung out in. They had weekly talent night and a saxophonist named Earl that I could sit all night and listen to. The drinks were pretty crummy but I only wanted to have another little bit to see if I was right about Neal.

“Do you always spend the holidays alone Neal?” Later he told me how virtually transparent I was, but I had to find out more about him and direct questions at this late stage of the day were the fastest way to the truth.

“No, I usually go to my sister’s in Hartford, but this year she and her husband decided to go to Florida. Get away from this miserable winter we are having up here.” Neal’s eyebrows were doing their inquisitive little dance again and I thought I saw a twinkle in those jade colored eyes.

“What about you Loren, don’t you have anyone in your life? A girlfriend maybe?” He was coy, but not convincing and I winked at him, placing my hand on top of his on the little round table. The light was low and there weren’t many people in the place.

“I think we both know that I don’t have a girlfriend Neal. And I think we both know that there is a spark between us.” So much for holding anything back. If he was gonna bolt, now was definitely the time.

“I must say Loren, I think you have now shocked me three times in the space of only a few hours. I didn’t think that was possible. I should admit to you, that I am extremely flattered at your comments.” His smile was sincere and heartwarming. It was now or never.

“Neal what do you say we spend Christmas Eve together?” I got it out without tripping on my tongue, which was what usually happened when I propositioned another man. Of course before my lover Warren had passed away three years earlier it had been quite a good while since I had actually engaged in one of these highly volatile conversations.

“Well Loren, I think in light of the turn in the conversation, that might be a very welcome Christmas gift indeed.” Neal squeezed my fingers into his grasp and I returned the gesture.

“Why don’t we get out of here then? Your place or mine?” I quizzed him.

“I know we are quite close to yours, but since you are in an apartment, maybe my home would be a bit more comfortable. Would you like to stop by your place and pick up some essentials for the trip?” ‘Like a change of clothes for tomorrow morning’ I thought still fixated on his deep green eyes.

“Sure, that would be great. I’ll just grab a couple of things and we’ll be on our way.” I paid the tab and we emerged from the little club in the darkness. We walked the block or so to my building and went upstairs to my apartment. It wasn’t a dive, but it wasn’t the Waldorf Astoria either. Old newspapers littered the kitchen counter where I usually sat reading them before I went to work. Yesterday’s dishes still sat in the sink and I’m sure there was a stray pair of boxers on the floor by my couch were I shed them to jerk off while watching a recently rented porno last night. ‘Eeew, why do I do these things to myself? Maybe I can grab them on my way to the bedroom without him seeing.’ I rationalized quickly.

I think I managed to stuff the underwear away into my hand and disappear into the bedroom without him noticing anything, shouting what a quick second it would be before my return, but I wasn’t sure. Packing a little gym bag with some jeans, a t-shirt and a flannel, some clean briefs and socks, I went back into the family room and dropped the bag on my rocking chair. Neal stood in the vestibule of the tiny apartment, not wanting to invade my privacy. 

“Would you please come in and relax?” I laughed. “Would you like to use the restroom before we go or have a quick glass of something?” I was trying to be hospitable, but not patronizing.

“Thank you Loren, I should probably use the lavatory, yes.” Neal excused himself after I pointed the way to the john.

When he came back I was standing at the breakfast bar scanning the mail from yesterday. I hadn’t had a chance to look at it before this. He came up to me and looked into my eyes. I was going to try and shock him one more time. I leaned forward and kissed him ever so gently on the lips. They were warm despite the cool temperature in the apartment. I leaned back and waited for his reply.

Instead of another eloquent little speech, he put his hand behind my head and pulled me to him again. His lips traced the outline of mine, skirting across the close cropped hair of my mustache and beard. I opened my mouth and his tongue found mine in an instant. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, so to speak, but one of inquiry and investigation.

“We had better get moving my good sir, or I am liable to have you on your back in my bed in a matter of minutes.” I smiled whole heartedly at him and his hand pressed against my crotch.

“Yes, well that might be the case now, mighten it.” I looked at his fly and could see that there was indeed a small bulge beginning to form. “It might be fun to explore those possibilities here and now Loren, but I think waiting might make it all the more special indeed.” 

I loved listening to Neal’s high brow speech pattern. Of course what I wanted to love was growing in his pants. It had been a good deal of time since I had been with a lover. After Warren, I struggled for at least a year and after that it had been only two quick one-night stands with men I couldn’t remember after a few too many beers on a several occasions. We gave each other a look of recognition and I gathered my bag, dashing back to the bathroom for my toothbrush at the last minute.




At Long Last



I resolved myself to the decision to stay the sexual encounter and we headed out and back to the train station. Connecticut was a half an hour by train and once we arrived at Neal’s place, a four-bedroom ranch with a raised roof and an outdoor carport, we set out to make ourselves a Christmas Eve dinner. It wasn’t a feast mind you, but Neal had already thawed one steak for himself and quickly defrosted a second for me. He had a gas grill out back on the deck and in spite of the chilly wind that had descended over us, we stood and grilled them to our liking. We baked potatoes and opened a can of summer corn, which Neal said had come from the local farmer’s market in the town square last July. We drank a hearty Cabernet and told each other of Christmas’ past. 

After too much wine and a lot of nostalgia, I told him of my relationship with Warren. The absolute break down I suffered after his death and the final realization that with or without me, the world would continue to spin. I could ride around on it in self-pity for the rest of my days or I could jump up and shout, using my talents and abilities to try and make a difference. 

He told me of his own situation. Too worried to come out to any of his family or friends, he set about to making a life for himself. One in which he thought he would never share with another person, no less a lover or a partner. After all who would want him? He was past him prime in the looks department (not according to me, but…) and no one really knew he was gay, so there was no interaction with a potential candidate at any level. 

Of course I rebutted his questions regarding his looks and told him I found him quite attractive, funny, charming and sexy. He said I was only trying to seduce him and I became wounded. Even though he was slightly joking, it was a defense mechanism for him. I knew it, I used it for heaven’s sake, but I told him with earnest that I found nothing amusing about it. I would not tell him something that was not true and I surely would not follow him to his home on Christmas Eve purely in pursuit of another one-night stand.

We cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes afterwards retiring to the lounge, as he called it, with a brandy. His cats, Jody and Buffy were indeed languishing about, however I doubted seriously if they had been patiently awaiting his return. Cats had always been too independent for me, I was more of a dog person, but Neal said his cats were company and they wound themselves between us begging for attention. Jody seemed taken with me and promptly plopped himself in my lap and proceeded to go to sleep. I laughed and told Neal I had a way with strange men. He chuckled himself and put his hand over mine on the back of the couch. 

I stroked his fingers and looked across at this stranger. He had an inner light that seemed to be trying to break free. I would catch him smiling at me, almost rabidly and his eyes would sparkle, telling me things about him that I had known him too short a time yet to ask. We finally finished our brandys and moved the cat to a carpet covered “tree” in the corner that Neal had set up for them. When Jody was down and out of my arms, Neal reached for me again. The kiss was more urgent this time. I fought to keep control of my senses, avoiding the desire to lose myself totally in what I was feeling. 

He whispered in my ear. “I can hardly believe that this is happening Loren.” His voice was raspy and sexy, thick with the same lust that I felt coursing through my body. My cock was a steel pole and I was already leaking copiously. 

“Let me make love to you Loren, please?” He already knew the answer before he asked the question, but being the formal person he was, permission was required.

Long hours were spent in the conservatively decorated bedroom of his modest home. He made love to my cock like it was an object of utmost worth and devotion, taking my cum and swallowing every drop. I moved to undress him afterwards, but he was shy and unsure. 

“Neal, I want you! I am practically dying for you baby.” With a little more hesitation he let me unbutton his shirt. I knew I was going to have to take this slow. I wanted him to be comfortable and if that meant taking all night, I was bound and determined to please him. His paunch hung over the waistline of his pants and after promising to turn off every light in the bedroom he let me take the trousers. He lay back on the bed and I lifted his boxers off of his hips, carefully folding them and placing them on a nearby chair, I returned to his shivering form. 

I bent over him starting with his ear and lightly kissed his sturdy face. I nibbled and sucked on his earlobes, finding a hot spot just slightly below on his neck. My hands went to his chest and rubbed the ample flesh, arousing his nipples from their hiding places and moving to suck them into my mouth.

My tongue swirled on each, eliciting moans from my newfound lover, emanating deep in his lungs. I explored each new inch of his chest with my lips and tongue, wanting to prove to him that I cherished him for everything that he was, inside and out! When the long journey to his throbbing cock was at last complete, I buried my face in his groin, savoring the sweet, heady smell of pure masculinity. I licked his balls and nipped his perineum, causing a violent spasm of desire to erupt through his nervous system. I sucked the head of his circumcised penis into my mouth dancing my tongue around the glans and letting him control the motion. I knew he was close to shooting, so I let him pump my mouth until he easily slipped into my throat. There was no return from this place as I prepared to swallow around him. Not to brag but my oral skills kept Warren very happy for many years. When finally he came, thick gooey sperm coating my throat and tongue, I moved to his side and snuggled into him for reassurance. He was silently weeping. He kissed me tenderly and told me what a magnificent lover I was. We shared our essence and fell asleep holding each other tight. We made love twice that night as I begged him to fuck me finally in the early hours of morning.

I knew from the moment I awoke with Neal that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Being the logical old codger he was, he was not so convinced of my self-professed feelings for him and would not let me speak of it to him after that day for some time. But when I continued to arrive every Friday evening on the train, he began to resign himself to my amore. Time, as with everything else, has a way of working itself out.

For Neal and I, two seemingly lost souls in a sea of humanity, this was our time. Our time to live and laugh and love, for the sake of ourselves, our loved ones and our community, not to mention for the sake of life itself.



At Long Last



My heart raced as your car pulled up in front of the house. We had been talking about doing this for so long, that the fact that it was finally happening was almost too much to bear. From the moment when I suggested that "I'm alone, how'd you like me to oil you up and take you for a ride", and you ACCEPTED, saying that it sounded great, I'd been walking around in a bit of a daze, bumping into things, almost in a fog of wonder and disbelief. This body that I used to know so intimately, these breasts whose feel I pined for, that amazing, multi-orgasmic cunt and ass that I'd plunged into with such wonderful, reckless abandon so many years before, was going to be mine to explore again. 

I met you at the doorway. Your cheeks were red, flushed with anticipation. You hadn't showered today, which thrilled me to no end. At first it was too much - we melted into an embrace, holding each other and panting. That didn't last long - being close enough to inhale each other's scents sent us both plummeting over the edge. We kissed hard, passionately, ferociously. I grabbed your beautiful ass and squeezed you close to me, grinding against you. I could feel that you had a thong on - my favorite. Once, at your house, I had found one of your thongs lying on the floor, and I held it to my nose and just drank you in. I had spent endless fantasies thinking of you, remembering how wonderful you smell/taste, and I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled you into the room, and thrust you back onto the couch. Knowing what I was after (and needing my tongue as badly as I needed to taste you), you hiked up your skirt. Your thong, soaking wet, had practically disappeared up inside of you. I knelt and drank in that aroma, that taste that had haunted me for so many years. Trembling, quivering, I slowly bent towards your still-slightly-covered cunt and planted a gentle kiss. It smelled even better than I remembered. At this point, the impatience of many years kicked in. You lifted your hips up, and I ripped your thong off. Almost inaudibly, you commanded, "Stick your tongue in me". Ever the gallant gentleman, I could not refuse such a request - I attacked your cunt fiercely, devouring your beautifully shaven pussy like a ravenous beast. You came so quickly that it surprised both of us, but that was always one of your best qualities - your ability to cum an almost infinite amount of times, seemingly perpetually. An amazing gift that I planned on unwrapping many times that day. 

After your second orgasm, I had you scoot down a bit so that I could have access to your beautiful asshole. You're one of those amazing women for whom your whole body is one big erogenous zone, and your asshole is so sensitive and absolutely sexy and beautiful. Again, the memories came back - you on all fours, me behind you buried deep in your cunt, with my big pink dildo slamming into your ass with each thrust. Sometimes switching them around, so that I could fill your ass with cum. But for now, I just wanted to see it, to taste it, to thrust my tongue inside of it. You were enjoying yourself so much - you turned around on the couch and presented me with your ass so I could have a better angle. I spread your ass cheeks wide, and gently blew on your beautiful pucker. It was wet with your juices, and I planted another gentle kiss right in the middle. You sighed with delight, so I gently started licking around the edges with my tongue. You were beside yourself, squirming so much I had trouble finding my mark. I grabbed your ass with both cheeks, and thrust my tongue inside your ass. Again you started squirming and bucking, and I shoved 3 fingers into your cunt. Within a few seconds, you came again.

Being presented with the sight of your ass on my couch was too much for me. I had conveniently not worn underwear, and slipping my shorts off was quicker than the thought to remove them. I took my cock that had been so hard for so many hours and gently rubbed it against your sopping cunt. You became still. We both focused on this, wanting to savor the moment we'd both thought about for so painfully, ridiculously long. I slowly placed the head against your tight opening. Your juices enveloped me, and your cunt seemingly pulled me in. I tried to go slowly, and succeeded for a brief instance, but it was too tempting, I'd been thinking about it for too long. I grabbed both sides of your ass firmly and drove into you. I held on, just for a moment, savoring the feeling of being inside of you once more. And then it was time to fuck. 

I started pounding away, and you sat there, hanging onto the couch, your pussy spread wide, just being fucked and cumming and cumming. I fucked you for a few minutes from behind, and then I wanted you to ride me. We ran upstairs and hopped onto the bed. I lay back, and in seconds you were on top of me. You hovered above me, pausing for just a moment, before you slowly lowered yourself onto my rock hard pole. Your eyes rolled back in your head with pleasure. You started to buck and ride, like the best pony ride ever. Twice more you came, flooding my cock with your wonderful juices. I slapped at your thighs, indicating that you should scoot up to my face. You planted your wonderful cunt on my lips, and I ate you to another wonderful o. And then it was time for more fucking.

I rolled you over and climbed on top of you. I kissed you hard on the mouth, so you could taste all of your delightful juices. You licked my face, devouring yourself from me. With one quick thrust I was inside of you, holding you tight, fucking you to another orgasm. I grabbed your tits and squeezed them as I pounded you. You came another time, as powerful as the first. 

I don't know if you'd noticed my freshly washed, glistening pink dildo and the lubricants when you entered the bedroom. As we took a slight breather after another mind-blowing o, I nodded my head in their direction. You smiled a wicked, delicious smile, and said simply, "Oh, yeah!" I took the lube and squirted it on the dildo as you rolled over onto your tummy. I gently pressed the tip of the dildo against your wonderful, tight ass. You braced yourself, exhaling loudly. You really wanted to get double fucked, and were going to do whatever you had to to feel both of those cocks inside you simultaneously. Gently I eased it in, slowly, as you exhaled again. After the first couple of inches, you started to relax, and began pushing back against it. You were getting frantic, urgently needing the attention of my cock as well. I knelt behind you, shoving the dildo the last few inches into your ass, until all 7 inches were firmly inside of you. I entered your cunt quickly, and with each thrust, I slammed into the dildo, wedging it further and further up inside of you. You came so loudly that I was sure the neighbors could hear, but didn't give a fuck. I was buried deep inside you, my true fuck partner, and I was going to cum as well. You came again, and as I felt you nearing that orgasm, I could feel my own swelling up, seemingly from my toes. I came so hard that I saw stars. It felt that I emptied a gallon of cum inside of your wonderful, slurpy cunt. 

As you knelt there on all fours, trying to catch your breath, there was one last thing I wanted to do. I gently removed the dildo from your ass. Then I swung around so I was underneath you. You lowered your sopping went cunt, filled with my cum, onto my waiting mouth. I lapped at you like a puppy, enjoying a feast I'd dreamed about for so long. 

It was an amazing day. We'd long since agreed that though we love our spouses dearly, they simply weren't sexually compatible with us. Rather than seeking out sex from strangers or getting frustrated with our spouses, we decided that we would keep it within the bounds of our lifelong, deep friendship. We do love each other, and love sharing the joy of our bodies with each other, with someone that we trust implicitly. Our friendship is truly a gift, one that we treasured that day and on a regular basis afterwards.



At Long Last



For Him

Finally, after all this time, I’m going to meet him. I’ve been talking to and dreaming about this man for so long that I almost have to pinch myself to see if it’s real. But here I stand, in the airport waiting to be picked up by a man whose body I know as well as my own but only via the internet and digital pictures and description. 

I have dreamed about tasting his body for so long and feeling his skin against mine that I’m getting wet just thinking about him. I’ve dressed for this trip, comfortable yet sexy… I hope: Long black pants, a fitted black top with a low neckline that dips dangerously close to my nipples, which are covered in a royal blue satin bra. I wanted sexy panties so once we landed, I changed in the bathroom and put on black and blue lace boy short panties. I’ve topped off the outfit with a silver drop necklace that sits in my cleavage and silver hoop earrings and black high-heeled boots to tighten my ass and make my legs look longer.

I check my watch again and hope I haven’t made a mistake in accepting his invitation to visit. I run a hand through my hair and sigh, the jetlag catching up with me. As I’m about to give up hope, hands cover my eyes and I feel a tall hard body pressed against mine. I smile and hear your voice in my ear… “Welcome sweetie.” Your hands move and I turn around slowly with a smile on my face. I look up into your eyes and know that I’ve made the right choice. You dip your head down and kiss me sweetly. Our kiss, after so many conversations about it, is electric. 

I’m instantly on fire! I press against you hard, sliding my hand down the front of your pants feeling you begin to grow. The kiss deepens and our tongues slide against each other mimicking what our bodies want to do. I feel myself grow wetter and know that I won’t last long. We break the kiss and look at each other knowing that this is going to be an amazing week. Placing my mouth on your ear, I whisper “I want you… now!” You pull your head back, shock and desire in your eyes. “Let’s go!” you say and grab my bags in one hand and my hand in the other pulling me after you. We get to your car and stop to kiss deeply one more time, your pelvis grinding against mine. 

I can’t look at the scenery as we drive… all I can do is stare at you and think about your beautiful mouth and where I want it to be. We talk little but stare at each other every chance we get. As we drive along, I slide my hand over your thigh and begin to lightly scratch my nails along the seam of your jeans moving higher along your inner thigh until I just barely brush against your straining cock. You moan loudly and deeply as if you can’t hold back. My fingers continue their light scratching over your balls and cock tickling through the cloth and adding to your frustration. 

As we drive further into the country towards the B&B I found and paid for, I begin to moan as well, squeezing my legs together tightly. You look over and see my nipples hard under my shirt. You see my breathing hitching and my skin flushed and pink. Around the next turn there is a dirt road that pulls off behind a grove of bushes and trees. You swing a quick turn and pull into the deserted area, turning the car off immediately. 

In less time than it takes to blink we were out of the car and wrapped around each other kissing passionately, our hands moving faster than hummingbird wings to touch as much as possible as fast as possible. “I want you NOW!” you growl. “Oh GOD yes!” I whisper. We both take a step back and stare at each other breathing like we’ve just run wind sprints. 

I look at you and grab the hem of my shirt, slowly raising it over my head and pulling it off my body and dropping it on the hood of your car. I stand before you in the full sunlight my breasts heaving. You continue to stare as if rooted to the spot. I walk slowly towards you and slide my hands up under your shirt, lightly scratching your chest and flicking at your nipples. The sensation breaks you out of your spell and you become a wild man. 

You push me back against the hood of your car and lay me back, your body pressing me into the hot hood. My back arches away from the heat of the car and towards the heat of your body. My hands are on your now naked chest and shoulders gripping you hard and leaning up, I kiss you deeply again before biting your shoulder. You pull me up and place your shirt and mine under my back and lay me back down. You kneel before me and slide my pants down gasping at the black lace you find underneath. You stand and look at me, spread out on the hood of your car wearing black lace, blue satin, sunlight and a smile. 

You quickly drop your jeans and step out of them, moving back to the car. I hold out my hands to you and you move to me, tearing my bra off and sucking on my nipples. I arch my back into you gasping loudly and grabbing the back of your head holding you to me. “Oh my god,” I think, “I’ve wanted this man for so long and now here I am!” You continue your assault on my breasts biting and sucking and licking. My pelvis tilts up and begins to grind against your stomach. Your mouth slides down my belly and down to my black lace. You can smell my arousal through my wisp of cloth and you can’t wait. You tear at them and I lift up to assist you. 

You spread my legs and dive into my cunt like a man in the desert drinks water. As your tongue hits my clit, I cry out in shock and pleasure. My cunt twitches with every flick of your tongue and my legs tighten, I’m not going to last long. You sense my impending orgasm… after all you have heard me cum before. You stand up and move between my legs. With one more flick of your finger over my clit, you thrust yourself into my hot tight pussy. 

The flicking of your finger, the anticipation of this week and your hot hard cock thrusting deeply into me is too much and I cum loudly, crying out your name, tears rolling down my face from the strength of my orgasm. You feel my cunt clinch around you in a vise like grip and marvel at the tightness and the strength of my inner muscles. You stay still until you sense I’m ready for more… you begin to thrust hard and fast. Your balls tighten and as you get to the breaking point, I cum again, crying out again, and the rhythmic twitching of my muscles milking you, pushes you over the edge. You cum hard, moaning loudly, filling my cunt to overflowing and the excess rolls down my thighs and my ass crack. 

You collapse on me and I wrap my arms around you and pull you close, my hands stroking your back. Once we can both breathe again, we clean up with the wipes I brought, just in case, get redressed and kiss sensually and get back in the car, giggling. 

We finally make our way to the B&B and get checked in. We have dinner in the quiet restaurant and take a stroll around the grounds holding hands and talking like we’ve known each other for ever. Finally, we decide to retire to our room but I ask you to wait down stairs for ten minutes before you come up. You wait ten minutes and arrive at our door feeling excited, not knowing what I have in store for you. 

You knock, waiting for my voice to call out to you, inviting you in. The door opens seemingly, on its own, and you walk in. The room is bathed in candle light. As you look around, your eyes adjusting to the dim light, you see me standing in a dark corner wearing more black lace. I walk into the light and your jaw drops. I’m wearing a black lace corset that laces up the back, black garter that is attached to black stockings and nothing else. My breasts almost fall out of the top as I curtsey for you. You move to me and slowly and sweetly draw me into your arms and kiss me. I wrap my arms around your neck and press my body against you moaning into your mouth. 

You begin to move and I stop you by placing my hand on your chest. I shake my head, telling you not to move and I begin to undress you slowly. I unbutton one button at a time and kiss the skin that is uncovered with each one. I move around your body drawing the shirt off and tossing it over a chair. Your hands lift as if to touch but I shake my head again, smiling. I kneel down and, smiling even more brightly, I undo your pants and slide them down your hips and down to the floor. You step out of your shoes then your pants and then your socks. I look up to see you standing naked before me with the beginnings of a beautiful hard on. 

I slide my hands up your legs and moving in front of you, I kiss your thighs, flicking my tongue over your skin tasting your body. You look down to see me kneeling at your feet my mouth, hovering a mere breath from your hard cock. My tongue flicks out like a cat and barely swipes your head causing you to jump. My arms wrap around your hips, my hands squeezing your ass, pulling you to my mouth. With one swift bob, I take you deep into my mouth, sucking you hard and long. You moan loudly and your hands rest on my head both for balance and for contact. My mouth is working you, long strokes mixed with short hard sucks of your head, my tongue flicking like a whip around your shaft applying pressure and adding sensation to the hard sucking you’re already getting. 

Your hands fist in my hair and I pull back looking at you, knowing what you want. I stand up and kiss you hard and fast, pulling you to the bed. I tell you to lie down and once you’re settled, I climb on the bed and straddle your head, lowering my naked, hot, wet pussy to your lips. I gasp as your lips begin to devour my clit, sucking and nibbling in a way I’ve only ever dreamed about. I lean over, my breasts rubbing your stomach and I take your cock into my mouth again. As I concentrate on your cock, sucking and tonguing, my hands fondle your balls and tickle the sensitive spot behind them. My lips tightly sealed around your cock, my tongue rubs you hard and fast. 

I’m beginning to have trouble concentrating on your cock as I get closer and closer to the brink. I suck you deep one more time then move off of you and turn around to kiss you, tasting myself in your mouth. I move over you once more, straddling your cock and sliding you deep into my cunt. I gasp as you fill me. I slowly begin to slide my hips front to back at once riding your cock and rubbing my clit on the base of your cock. My muscles again begin to clench tightly around your hard throbbing shaft and I begin to move in circles to make sure you feel all of me. 

I lean forward and kiss you gently as my body fucks you hard. Your hands are on my breasts tweaking my nipples and making me cry out in pain and pleasure. You decide that you want control and you flip me over onto my back and fuck me hard. My ankles are locked behind your ass pulling you deep, my pelvis tilted to meet you as you slam deeply into me. My hands claw at your shoulders lightly scoring your skin. I lean up and bite you on the shoulder as you continue to fuck me hard. I’m moaning loudly and we’re both breathing hard looking deeply into each others eyes as our bodies meet time and time again. I begin to shudder deep inside as my climax draws close to the surface. You pull out quickly causing me to cry out in protest. 

You flip me again, this time onto my stomach and I draw up onto all fours preparing myself as you slam into me from behind. My back arches as I throw my head back again gasping from the deepness of your penetration. “FUCK ME!” I scream at the top of my lungs not caring who hears me. You grab the slender vibe you saw on the bedside table and using my natural lubrication, slide it into my ass as you fuck me harder and faster. You can feel the vibe shaking your cock through the thin wall of my pussy. You hold your release back waiting for me to cum. My hand reaches around to flick my clit and I feel my orgasm building deep inside me and I start moaning one long almost wailing cry. 

My entire body tightens up and then begins to ride the wave, clenching around you with the speed of the vibrator still buried in my ass. This proves to be more than you can handle and you quickly pull out and I turn around and take you into my mouth once more. One long sucking pull on your cock, the flicking of my tongue and I feel your balls tighten and I know you’re about to cum. I tighten my hand around your cock and pump you with my hand and my mouth and stroke you with my tongue and you begin to shake. In the next instant, you release calling out my name and pumping yourself into my mouth. I suck you deep and swallow your cum as it pumps out of your cock in a seemingly never ending stream. My tongue is massaging your cock for every last drop. I continue to lick your cock slowly and, finally, with a kiss to the head, I let go of you. 

I roll off the bed and strip off the now torn black lace garments and slide under the covers with you. I smile at you and you kiss me gently. We curl up, my head on your chest my leg thrown over your legs and we fall into a deep sleep.

After amazing morning sex, at 5 am, I smile as you kiss me hard and deep. I’ve just realized… I have 6 days left! What are we gonna do today?



At Long Last



Authors Note: This is my twenty-first story...even though it's not technically a story. This is a work of fiction, however it IS based on factual people...most importantly, my wonderful friend "R" who has been so good to me over the years and who I simply adore! Enjoy and please remember that all feedback is greatly appreciated!

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We'd been online friends for over five years...I was 16 and he was 17 when we first met online and started chatting. 

We had seen each other through relationships, break up's, family issues, friend issues, as well as through many sexual exploits. 

He lived in the States and I lived in Canada...we both knew all along that it wasn't very likely we'd ever be able to meet in person, and this is why we had both agreed when our friendship began blossoming into something more complex that neither of us would harbor any thoughts of feelings from the other, but also for neither of us to have any delusions of a long distance romance, since we'd both been down that road and felt that burn before. 

Now...here I was...22 years old and going to Toronto for Management Training as I had quickly moved up in "the ranks" of my sales associate job at a nationwide chain of retail stores. Rob was 23 and in graduate school in the States...lucky for us, however, that my trip to Toronto happened to fall during the summer months and he'd been able to request a week off of work. 

I had arranged to have my wee of holidays right before the Management Training was to take place and arranged it with the hotel that I pay for a room for a week and the company would pay for the second week. 

I had driven all day and all night and finally arrived at the hotel at about three in the morning on a Monday and collapsed into the bed and promptly fell asleep. 

I was awoken at approximately 1:30AM by the phone ringing. It was Rob calling me from the edge of the city to let me know he'd be at the hotel in about an hour. 

We had arranged to meet in the restaurant on the main floor of the hotel. Rob told me he'd made a reservation for two in his name and whoever got their first would just sit at our table and wait for the other. 

I got into the shower and tried to think of anything BUT the fact that in a little less than an hour I would finally be seeing him face to face. 

I blow-dried my hair and put on a little bit of foundation, mascara and lip gloss before slipping on my black satin and lace push up bra and a matching black satin thong. I moved to the closet and pulled out the dress I'd bought just for this occasion. It was a shimmery slinky black fabric that felt like heaven against my skin. The dress had little cap sleeves on it and the neckline was in a very deep V to show off more than ample cleavage. It was curve hugging but not tight and fell two inches above my right knee and then was cut on an angle so that it ended two inches below my left knee. I slipped on a pair of black leather sandals with a two inch heal and laces that wrapped up past my ankles and I was ready. 

However...I still had about twenty minutes until Rob was expecting to be at the hotel. I admitted to myself that after all these years of emails and chatting and caring so much on so many levels for him...I was nervous about finally meeting him face to face. Very nervous in fact. I took one last look in the mirror...slipped my lip gloss into my hand purse and made my way downstairs to the restaurant. 

The hostess sat me at a small two person table in the back corner of the restaurant. It wasn't a booth, but it might as well have been seeing as how it was the farthest table from the kitchen doors and from the front of the restaurant and seemed to be a fair bit away from all the other tables in the place. I moved to sit in the chair that would put my back to the wall (as I always do) and there was a single white rose (my favorite) on the seat of the chair. I blushed slightly and placed it in the vase of water the waiter immediately brought for me. 

I ordered a Long Island Iced Tea and sipped at it as I tried very hard to think of anything I could not to make myself more nervous about Rob's arrival. 

When I finished my second Long Island I glanced up at the hostess stand at the entrance to the restaurant and saw him standing there with his head cocked as he listened to her say something, but his eyes were looking directly at me. We made eye contact and I felt all the air whoosh out of my body as I tried to calm my nerves and not do something to embarrass myself. 

Rob turned to the hostess, thanked her and started making his way towards our table. I watched him walk towards me and couldn't help but notice how well his jeans hugged his legs in all the right places and how his simple black t-shirt was just tight enough to show off his well toned torso and arms. 

I stood up as he got closer and once he was within arms reach we both instinctively reached out and hugged each other. 

I leaned into his over six foot tall and well muscled body and hugged him so tightly I thought for a moment that I might actually push my way through his body. 

His strong arms felt so good around me that I didn't want to pull away, but I knew I had too. 

I moved slightly out of the hug and looked up at him and smiled. As usual his skin was a number of shades darker than mine, seeing as how all my very white skin ever managed to do was burn and he worked outside about 25% of the time and had that rich Italian skin that just soaked up the sun. 

His dark hair was cut short and his eyes were a deep shade of hazel and I felt as though I might melt into them. 

Before I could say or do something to embarrass myself Rob smiled at me and motioned to the table, "Why don't we sit?"

We sat and talked and drank and nibbled on appetizers for over three hours before the dinner crowd started to slowly filter into the restaurant. 

I glanced at the table nearest to us where an elderly couple had just been seated. As if reading my mind Rob motioned for the waiter and asked for the bill. 

I smiled at him and by smiling back at me and ever so gently rubbing my ankle with his foot he distracted me enough to grab the check as the waiter brought it for us. Being somewhat of a macho guy he insisted on paying for the entire tab. 

I'm not sure what the strongest driving force was, if it was the alcohol, the sense of comfort and warmth being around him made me feel, or our long history of sexual tension that made me grin at him and say, "Fine then...you pay for drinks and dinner and I'll just have to find a way to repay you for them!"

He grinned at me as he stood from the table and as I stood beside him and we began walking into the lobby he put his hand on the small of my back...an act which he knew I felt was more intimate than holding hands. 

We stood in the lobby for a few minutes deciding what we would do next. Rob suggested we catch a movie and then come back for a later dinner before both adjourning to our own rooms for the night. It sounds like a good idea to me, however I'd left my purse up in my room as I figured I would just charge whatever I ate or drank to my room and pay it later. 

We rode up in the elevator in silence. It wasn't one of those awkward elevator silences most people have...it was a relaxed silence between two people who knew they didn't have to use words to fill the silence. Rob still had his hand on the small of my back and to me that said more than any words could have. 

I unlocked the door to my hotel room and stepped inside. It had gotten dark while we were in the restaurant and it took me a moment to find the light switch. Eventually I found it and when I flicked it on I turned around expecting to see Rob standing in the doorway. Instead I turned to find him right behind me, so close that as I turned my breasts rubbed against his broad chest and my face was only a couple inches away from his neck. 

For a second I was surprised and almost pulled away...then I caught a whiff of his cologne and aftershave and I practically melted. He knew I was a sucker for the smell of men's shaving lotions and he'd found a cologne that seemed to bottle that intoxicating scent. I took in another deep breath, hoping he wouldn't notice, before I moved back a step. 

"Sorry about that," I said as I turned towards the chair I'd thrown my purse on when I'd stumbled in the night before. As I was reaching for my purse he gently grabbed my arm and turned me to look at him. "Don't be sorry. There's no need for you to apologize for something I did."

"What do you mean? I turned around and almost ran into you, it was my fault." He smiled down at me, one of those smiled adults give little kids when they ask about Santa Claus, and said, "No. The only reason you almost ran into me was because I had moved as close behind you as I could possibly get. I didn't want to freak you out, but I just had to be close to you, to touch you."

With that he released my arm and moved towards the door. I just stood there, frozen and conflicted. He saw this in my face and said in a voice devoid of any emotion, "Well come on. Grab your purse and let's go see what's playing."

In that moment I made a choice without really thinking at all. I left my purse where it was and walked up to him. I hugged him tightly and then pulled back somewhat and tenderly kissed his cheek, then I pulled back a little farther and looked up into his dark eyes and saw what I needed to see, passion, desire and hope, and then I leaned in and kissed him. 

The kiss started out tentative and gentle, simply a tender pressing of lips to lips. Then once each of us realized the other person wasn't about to pull away we both let our inhibitions go and the kiss became one of intense passion and lust. It was as if we were feeding off each other through the kiss, both starving and being offered a feast. 

My arms were around his waist and his around my shoulders from the hug. He wasn't moving to touch me at all, but I couldn't hold back any longer...I HAD to touch him. I pulled the shirt out of his jeans in the back and plunged my hands up inside his shirt.  

His back was smooth skin covering hard muscle and I relished in the feel of it. I kissed him frantically as my hands explored his back and moved to the front of his chest, pulling the rest of the shirt out of his jeans as I went. 

I moved my hands up to cup his face from underneath his shirt and once I had his face in my grasp I started slowly moving back wards towards the bed. Rob was so absorbed in the passion of the kiss that he didn't even realize he was following me towards the bed until I bumped into it. At that point he pulled away from me and looked down at the bed, then he looked deep into my eyes and said, "Are you sure?"

I could see the anxiety in his eyes, and at the same time the strong desire he felt to finally fulfill all the fantasies we'd shared with each other over the years. I knew he was apprehensive about ruining the mystery of fantasy by having us actually be together, and also was tied up in his own emotional struggle with the complexities of our "relationship" and what it all meant. Not to mention his fear that I would lose my nerve and pull away at the last second and leave him unsatisfied and rejected. 

He stood there motionless as I pulled the shirt off his body and began kissing my way from his neck all the way down to the edge of his jeans. I knew he was trying to stay emotionless to save himself from being hurt if I pulled away, but the occasional soft moans and whimpers that escaped his lips as my lips journeyed down his chest betrayed his eagerness and desire, as did the very large bulge awaiting me when I reached the edge of his jeans. 

I'd heard all kinds of stories about his sexual exploits...I knew of the intense pleasures he'd experienced as well as the incredibly painful rejections he'd received from uncaring women who couldn't handle him. It wasn't so much an issue of personality or "baggage" that caused some women to reject him and others to long for him...it was his unique physiology. 

Not only was he pleasant eye candy; well muscled, well tanned, and disarmingly adorable, but he was more than well "equipped" with a cock that was large by regular standards when it was soft and reached anywhere up to 11 inches long and almost 2 inches thick when hard. 

Rob knew I'd never been with a man anywhere near his size and had experienced problems with being too tight to handle some of the men I'd been with. I knew in his mind he was afraid I would change my mind once I'd seen his cock, that I would back out and embarrass us both and hurt him and our friendship. Little did he know that when we'd decided once and for all to meet face to face I'd begun to prepare for meeting him in ways he could only imagine. 

I unzipped his fly and caught his underwear under my thumbs as I pulled both the jeans and boxer-briefs down past his knees. I made a point of not looking at his cock until I had him standing in front of me completely naked. Then I sat down on the edge of the bed and began unlacing my shoes. 

Rob remained standing perfectly straight, his eyes faced forward as if he couldn't bring himself to even look at me until he knew if I was going to push him away or not. My heart ached to ease the pain in him, make him see himself as I saw him, to erase the painful memories other women had caused and leave him only with the joyful memories of pleasure. With that thought I kicked the shoes away from the bed and finally allowed myself to look straight at his cock. 

It was a sight to see. He was probably around 9 inches long and growing harder every moment. He was circumcised and the head of his cock was swollen and deep red by this point. 

I reached out with my hands and grasped his cock at the base and held it with one hand as the other began tracing the veins along the length of him. 

Once I'd familiarized myself with his cock I glanced up to see he was still staring straight ahead...waiting...hoping...trying not to feel. I continued to hold the base of his cock with one hand as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I heard him let out a deep breath and then moan as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock. I felt his body shudder and glanced up to see him looking down at me with a look of wonder, devotion and passion in his eyes. 

I gave myself over completely to the task of making him feel good, accepted, loved, and pleasured. I began slowly, taking the head of his cock into my mouth, then a little more, and a little more, until I was taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I possibly could. 

At some point Rob moved his hands onto my shoulders and was rubbing my shoulders and neck, occasionally running his fingers through my hair as my mouth, tongue and hands worked frantically on his cock. 

His breathing got deeper and deeper, frantic, moans and grunts escaped his lips and his body broke out in a sweat. Then he did something I wasn't expecting...he put a hand on either side of my face and pulled his cock from my mouth. 

He then knelt down on the floor and kissed me. It was the most tender kiss I'd ever received...simply lips on lips, but that kiss held so much more...it held all the words I knew he couldn't say. 

Then he pulled away from me and moved to put his clothes back on. 

I was temporarily stunned by the kiss...but quickly grabbed his arm as he reached for his pants and underwear, "What are you doing?" I asked my voice breathy and thick with passion. 

"You've paid me back for dinner, now it's time for the movie." He said in a tone that showed he was trying to mask his emotions, but failing. 

I moved to block his access to his clothes on the floor, "That's not what this was about. What I just did I did because I wanted too, not because I felt I owed it to you. Don't you get it? I've wanted you for more than 5 years. I've wanted to be able to sit across a table and see you, to talk to you in person, not on some stupid voice chat program. I've wanted to be able to hug you and kiss you and touch you. I've wanted to be able to feel you...to live out some of the fantasies I've had about you and that you've had about me. I know you're worried I'm going to chicken out, but I'm not. That little blowjob was just a taste of what I've been aching to do for years. I can't classify what I feel for you, but I do know that I love you, not necessarily in any kind of traditional sense, but I DO love you and have for a long time. The size of your cock doesn't change how I feel about you. It's simply part of who you are, and I love who you are. I admit to being nervous about what might happen between us, if and when things got sexual, would I be able to take all of you...that's why when we made these plans I went out and bought something..." 

I moved away from him and opened my suitcase. I pulled out the dildo I'd bought the very day he said he'd be able to make it to Toronto. It was 11 inches long and 1.5 inches thick. I turned around and handed it to Rob. "I started out practicing my blowjob techniques, relaxing my throat muscles to be able to take in more and more until I felt I could give a decent blowjob with a cock this size. Then I started practicing penetration. At first I could only take in about 7 or 8 inches max until it started to hurt, but with lots of practice, a lot of lube and years worth of fantasies to fuel me I eventually managed to take it all."

He looked at me then...he almost looked shocked, "You went out and bought this so that if while we were both here we decided to try to have sex you could without it hurting?" I simply nodded my head yes. 

Rob didn't say anything. He moved towards my suitcase and put the dildo back inside. Then he stood behind me and began unzipping the dress. He let it fall to the floor and then unhooked my black satin bra and slid it off my shoulders and it too fell to the floor. Then he slowly slipped my matching thong down my legs and let me step out of it. He stood back up and put and hand on each of my hips and urged me forward, towards the bed. 

When I stood at the edge of the bed he wrapped his arms around my torso and pressed his body to mine from behind. His head rested on my right shoulder and he breathed a sigh of contentment before he said in a soft voice, "I don't know what I did to deserve a person like you in my life, but now that I'm here with you I wish we'd found a way to get together sooner," and then he turned me to face him and he kissed me with a passion so great it took my breath away. 

We kissed furiously as we tumbled to the bed. Rob maneuvered himself on top of me and broke the kiss with something near a growl. He then began kissing my neck and shoulders, moving down to my breasts. After leaving little wet kisses all over my chest he finally placed a single, tender kiss on each of my nipples and then let out a sigh and said "I have wanted this for so long," before his mouth descended on one of my hard nipples and he began licking and sucking at it with a vengeance. 

The feeling of his body pressed against mine and his mouth working wonders on my aching nipples drove me insane. I hadn't been so turned on in ages and I felt like I was going to cum right then and there. Somehow Rob sensed this and pulled away from my nipples and moved back up to my lips and began kissing me softly, tenderly, trying to calm me down so he could continue torturing me. 

Once my hormones subsided somewhat he began kissing his way down my body again, starting with my neck, then shoulders, then teasingly licking each of my nipples before moving down. He stopped at my belly button and played with my piercing for a moment before he continued his downward trek. 

Just before I hoped in the car and started driving to Toronto I had shaved my pussy completely and lathered it with lotion to ensure the skin would stay smooth and supple in the hopes that this very thing would happen.




At Long Last



As he worked his way lower I spread my legs for him and trembled with anticipation. I could feel how wet my pussy was as I moved my legs for him and the throbbing in my clit was unmistakable. 

When he was situated between my legs Rob placed on hand on either side of my pussy and used his fingers to spread me wide. Then he slowly used his tongue to lap up my pussy juice, carefully avoiding my clit. 

My body was on fire and I felt like I was going to explode! I bucked my hips up, trying to get his tongue on my clit, but he pulled away and smiled up at me and said in a voice thick with desire, "You know my rules...always make sure the woman cums at least once before I even attempt to fuck her...so you just let me do my work and enjoy or you won't be getting anything else tonight missy!" 

I growled in frustration and lay back against the pillows and tried to resist the urge to raise my hips to his mouth. 

Rob moved back down and began lapping at my pussy again, making me moan in pleasure and frustration. After a couple minutes of lapping up my leaking pussy juices he positioned his tongue and pushed it inside me as deep as it would go. 

My pussy spasmed around his tongue and as his nose gently bumped my clit my body shook with an intense orgasm. I screamed, not words, just a pure, animalistic scream of pleasure as my body throbbed and white lights exploded behind my eyes. 

Rob pulled his tongue half way out of my pussy so his nose wasn't in contact with my clit and waited for my body to calm down. 

Once I'd come down from the orgasm somewhat Rob pushed his tongue deep inside my pussy again and then pulled it out and moved it slowly up to my clit. He circled my clit with his tongue before locking his lips around it and sucking on it like he had my nipples. 

I felt another orgasm building inside me and screamed out, "Yes! Like that! Oh God ya! Keep doing that! Oh yes! Yes! My pussy! Please I need something in my pussy! I'm gunna cum soon!!!" 

Rob kept his mouth locked on my clit and easily slipped one, then two, then three fingers into my throbbing pussy. "Yes! Oh God yes! Fuck me! Suck on my clit hard and fuck my pussy! Yes! Yes! Like that! Deeper! Harder!!! Yes! I'm gunna' cum! Fuck me hard! Yes! Deeper! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming! Here it cums! Yes! Yes! Fuck MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

The orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks and after the initial one I just kept cumming again and again. Rob kept sucking and licking on my clit and slowly pushed his fingers in and out of my now soaked pussy until I couldn't take anymore and begged him off me. 

As Rob moved off me and laid down beside me I felt as if I were made of jelly. I was exhausted and my entire body was so full of satisfaction I didn't feel like I could take any more. 

Then he leaned over to kiss me and I tasted my pussy on his lips and tongue and I was suddenly rejuvenated and hungry for more pleasure. 

I was kissing him hungrily as my hands wandered down his body. One hand began stroking his hard cock while the other cupped his balls and massaged them gently. I felt a drop of precum on the head of his cock and knew he was as ready as I was. 

I pulled away from the kiss, wiped the precum off his cock with my finger and sucked it off before I looked into his eyes and whispered in a voice hoarse from the screaming orgasms I'd just had and the renewed passion in me, "Rob, please, I've wanted you for so long...I'm ready for you, I know I can take all of you and I want you inside me so badly. Please Rob; please...I want you to fuck me."

Rob moaned as the word "fuck" came out of my mouth and he needed no more encouragement than that. He moved between my legs and after I spread my legs wide, high in the air, he placed the head of his cock against my pussy and started slowly pushing inside me. 

With the dildo I'd always needed lube, no matter how turned on I got, but Rob had gotten me so incredibly wet that his huge cock slid deeper and deeper into my pussy with almost no resistance.

Once his cock was buried deep within my pussy he held there for a moment and looked down at my face. Our eyes met and I felt my pussy clench around his muscles and he flexed his cock deep inside me and whispered, "I've fantasized about what this would be like for so long...I never imagined it would feel this good, or this right. Or that you would go to such great lengths to be...ready...for me. You're amazing, you feel amazing. You deserve more than to simply be fucked...but to be honest right now I can't be slow and tender like you deserve, I either have to be able to let go and just fuck you or pull out now and jack off. It's your call."

I clenched my pussy muscles around his cock harder, arched up against his body to pull his cock deeper into my body and moved my lips to his ear and whispered, "I've wanted this as long as you have, maybe even longer, and right now I don't want you to be gentle, I want you to fuck me!" 

He let out a groan and pressed his mouth hard against mine as he slowly pulled his cock halfway out of my pussy and slammed it back inside me. 

What happened next was fucking at its best. Hot, sweaty bodies slamming into each other. Screams, groans, moans and grunts of pleasure echoing through the room. Me screaming for Rob to fuck me harder and deeper and make me cum. Rob grunting and moaning about how good my pussy felt and how loved fucking me. Then, in one shining moment we both came...I screamed his name as my entire body shook with power of the orgasm as he pushed his cock even deeper inside my pussy and I felt him shoot unbelievable amounts of cum deep inside my body. 

Rob collapsed on top of me, his head resting on my shoulder. Both of us were covered in sweat and breathing deeply. I felt his cock twitch inside my pussy, and every twitch caused my pussy to clench around his slowly softening cock. 

I don't know how long we lay there like that, but the next thing I remember is waking up to the feeling of Rob's hands spreading my pussy wide and his tongue lapping up the remaining juices from our fucking. 

I moaned softly as the pleasure washed over my body and glanced at the clock. It was a little past 3 in the morning. I started to wonder how much sleep I'd gotten, then Rob gently slipped a finger inside my pussy and licked at my clit and I no longer cared. 

Even after the countless orgasms earlier and the way my pussy ached from the fucking Rob had given me, it still took almost no time for his talented mouth and hands to bring me to another thrilling climax. 

Again, once my body calmed down Rob leaned in and kissed me. This time I could taste my pussy juices and a hint of his cum and it excited me beyond belief. 

As we kissed I reached for his cock and began stroking it with one hand and massaged his balls with the other, occasionally letting one of my fingers roam farther to gently grace his asshole, making his cock twitch in my hand. 

I knew Rob was an ass man and, while doggy style has never been my favorite position, I knew it was his, so I had practiced countless times with the dildo in this position to make sure I could stretch enough for him to fuck me this way and not have it hurt. 

I pulled away from the kiss and placed my hand on his chest to urge him off of me. I moved onto all fours on the bed and spread my legs as wide as I could before looking over my shoulder at him. 

Rob was kneeling on the bed behind me with his eyes glued on my ass and my spread pussy as he stroked his cock. I wiggled my ass as I said in a husky voice, "Well don't just look at it and jerk yourself off...it's there for you to use, not just look at."

Rob then jumped off the bed and began rummaging through my suitcase. He came back to the bed with a bottle of lube and liberally applied it to the head of his cock. He then pushed the head inside my pussy and waited for me to adjust to his size before he began pushing deeper. 

I moved one hand beneath my body and began rubbing my clit in slow circles, teasing myself as Rob gently pushed his cock deeper and deeper into my pussy. 

As he pushed the final inch of his massive cock inside me Rob let out a deep moan and placed both his hands on my ass and simply held himself there for a moment before he began to slowly move in and out of my pussy. 

My finger was working frantically on my clit and Rob had picked up a steady pace, not as fast and frantic as the night before, but incredibly pleasurable. 

"Oh yes Rob! Yes! Mmmm...fuck me! Oh God it feel so good! Yes! Like that! Just like that! Oh yes! I'm gunna' cum soon!"

With that Rob picked up the pace a little and then he did something I wasn't expecting. He dribbled some lube on my asshole and slowly began pushing one of his fingers deep into my ass. I moaned loudly and pushed my ass back to meet his finger. 

"Yes! Fuck yes! Oh God you're so good! Yes! Finger fuck my ass! That's it! Harder! Harder! Yes! God yes! Fuck my pussy hard and shove you finger deep in my ass! I'm gunna' cum! I'm gunna' cum!" my finger was a blur against my clit and I could feel Rob slamming his body against me as he fucked me from behind and as he twisted his finger in my ass I screamed loudly and my entire body shook as I came. 

Rob withdrew his cock from my sopping pussy, but left his finger deep inside my ass. As my orgasm subsided Rob guided me onto my back in the middle of the bed, and then moved himself above me in a 69 position, all without removing his finger from my ass.  

I was exhausted from the fucking he'd just given me, but the smell of my pussy juice on his cock urged me onwards. 

I pulled the head of his cock into my mouth as he spread my pussy lips and began lapping up my cum. 

Rob's cock was rock hard and practically oozed precum as I sucked on the head and worked my hand up and down the length of it. He hadn't cum fucking me, but I knew he had gotten close and I knew just what to do to push him over the edge. 

I reached blindly around the bed until I found the lube and dropped some against his asshole. I worked my finger inside his tight ass and began slowly finger fucking it in rhythm with my sucking on the head of his cock. 

I felt as much as I heard Rob moan in pleasure. Then to repay me he continued to finger fuck my ass as he worked one and then two fingers inside my still soaking pussy and locked his tongue on my clit. 

It wasn't long before my orgasm washed over me...Rob's cock slipped from my mouth and I began jerking him by hand as I finger fucked his ass and screamed his name. 

When I screamed his name it pushed Rob over the edge and he shot his copious load of cum all over my chest, tits, torso and stomach before he pulled his fingers from my pussy and ass and rolled off me. 

We lay there for at least ten minutes. Two sweaty, cum covered, sexually satisfied, exhausted heaps of flesh. Then Rob moved up the bed to lay beside me and I curled my body against his and we fell asleep in each others arms. 

I woke to the sound of my stomach grumbling. I felt Rob behind me, his body warm and comforting, his arm draped protectively around my body. I didn't want to move, but I was hungry and I definitely needed a shower. I glanced at the clock...it was almost 10AM. I lowered my head back onto the pillow and sighed.

"Mornin beautiful, what's the sigh for?" I'd thought Rob was still asleep, but obviously he was wide awake. I turned to face him and he pulled me close to him and tenderly kissed my forehead. 

I moaned softly, "this feels so good, I don't want to have to get up." I said in a somewhat scratchy, early morning voice. 

"Well, that's just not going to do. We both badly need a shower and I heard your stomach grumble so I know I'm not the only one who needs some breakfast. Why don't you grab the room service menu from the dresser, we'll call and order something and then go hop in the shower and by the time we're done breakfast will be at the door."

I snuggled closer to him and could feel his body react to the contact, "Do you think we'll be able to behave ourselves in the shower?" I asked as I wigged against him. 

Rob pulled away from me and looked deep into my eyes, "Don't worry...something tells me these next few days won't be our last together. I don't know how it's going to work, but I do know that I've found the "perfect fuck" I've been searching for my whole life...and it just happens to be one of my closest friends, so I'm not letting you get very far from my reach." 



At Long Last



I have no idea what you look like.

You read a story of mine and liked it. You found my e-mail address (somehow) and let me know that you became quite aroused after finishing. I couldn't believe what I was reading, even though my aim in publishing the fantasy was to see if it would evoke the same sort of thoughts as it did me. I wrote back thanking you for your response; you wrote back saying 'you're welcome.' That's how it started.

We've been writing back and forth like this for weeks now. At first it was simply discussions about the story; then it became what we found exciting. Gradually, it became more personal and real, from what our date looked like last night to how our day was at work. When I told you how I had been passed over for promotion, you listened; when you found out a friend had passed away suddenly, I was there for you.

We first developed a rapport, then a friendship, lastly a bond.

Through it all, we kept up our erotic discussions...you told me how much you like your clitoris lightly rubbed with a man's lips before he takes it in his mouth and drives you wild with soaked ecstasy; I let you know how much I enjoy entering a woman while we're both on our sides, me behind her in a "spooning" position (with a little special extra), all the time nuzzling the back of her neck and softly massaging her breasts...

"We need to meet," you tell me one time, over the computer. "I can't take much more, the suspense of really meeting and knowing you is driving me insane!"

I'm only too happy to agree.

The day arrived, and I can't describe my emotions. Fear, excitement, even doubt, all coursing through me like a bolt of lightning over and over again. I made sure to have everything prepared; from the fresh flowers in the vases to the soft music floating in the background to the ingredients of my favorite dish that I wanted to share with you.

When the hour of your arrival came, I was beside myself with exhilaration. What would it be like to meet you? Would you live up to the image of you I've carried with me all these weeks? would I measure up to yours? Would this be a night filled with passion, or a night two friends met and enjoyed each other's company, or would it be a total disappointment, as many fantasies end up being?

A knock on the door broke my imagination and brought me into reality. This was it, for better, for worse.

"Come in, it's unlocked," I say to the door. I watch as the door knob rotates slowly, adding to the suspense. It opens fully, and there you are.

You're beautiful.

Dressed in an Indian sari, the flowing materials dancing around your feet, you step inside my place. Your hair is long, but pulled back off your face in a tight braid or bun, I can't tell which yet. Your eyes simply shine at me, informing me that the uneasiness and thrill I've been experiencing has also had you tied up in knots.

"Hi," you almost whisper. "Nice to see you, finally."

"Likewise, though you're braver than I, meeting someone you really don't know in a place you've never been," I smile.

"Oh, yes, I do know you," you smirk back. "And I've enjoyed what I've learned about you. Now I'm enjoying the sight of you."

If I were not so dark complected, you'd see my face flush three or four shades redder, but as it is, I look down and giggle a little. I feel like a schoolboy again, on his first date, relieved to be here with you, but not really sure what to do next. Then my manners return to my thoughts.

"Oh, I'm sorry, would you like to sit down? I have some wine, if you'd like."

"Oh, thank you anyway, but I don't drink. Some water or juice would be fine," you reply, hoping not to distress me.

I pour a glass of wine for myself and some juice for you. "Now, if you don't mind, I have just a few things to do in the kitchen to prepare supper."

"That's fine. It's been so long since I've had a meal made for me. I'll join you there, keep you company." You smile from ear to ear.

Soon I'm in front of the stove, mixing the ingredients for a vegetable Korma, a type of curry, all the while talking with you. You're even more interesting in person than over the cold computer screen. I look back at you when you make a joke, and you're sitting at the table, your head resting on one hand, your fingers of your free hand making small circles around the lip of the juice glass. You are beautiful, I realize.

The meal wasn't my best work, I have to admit, but you don't seem to mind it. Throughout the meal we both can feel the energy in the air with the way we look at each other, the way you laugh at my jokes, the way I gaze into your mesmerizing eyes.

As I'm clearing away the dishes (I refuse to let you help!), you saunter into the living room and look at my things. Soon I towel dry my hands, leaving the heavy work for later, and join you.

"Well, I don't really have any other activities for the evening, so would you like to sit and talk?"

"I have a better idea," you answer. "Why don't you just sit and relax."

"What're you going to do?"

"If you just sit down, I'll show you." Your eyes now have a devilish grin of their own, matching the one on your lips.

My heart skips a few beats as I take a seat on the couch, wondering, hoping I know what's coming next.

Looking at me all the while, you start to unravel the cocoon of the clothing on you. Layer upon layer is removed, showing me your full beauty. You step out of your sandals, and you stand there facing me, your lips parted as you start to breath heavier. Your breasts seem firm, your waist neat and trim, your legs not long but shapely. Your stomach isn't super-model-thin, but no one in his right mind would call you chubby. Your skin looks as soft as satin, and your pubic hair is neatly clipped, covering the delights under it.

"I can't wait for you to be inside me," you softly tell me. My growing erection is hardly contained in my pants. You seem to enjoy my eyes roaming all over your body as you stand there. You take one step closer to me, then another, until you're only a couple of feet away from me. All the while looking into my eyes and seeing nothing short of my soul, you bend down, softly rub your nose on mine, and place your parted lips just next to my quivering mouth.

There we stay for a few seconds, letting the tension build like a Mozart symphony, until it becomes unbearable. You place your hands on either side of my head and slowly kiss me, engulfing my lips in a passionate embrace. I hear you softly whimper as our tongue meet for the first time, and open your mouth to allow me room. My hands subconsciously find themselves on your hips, learning that your supple skin is as touchable as it seemed. You lift your head and sigh as I start to rub your leg and waist, now kissing your neck and shoulder.

"Oh, no, you don't," you say as you glance at me. "Me first."

You kneel down in front of me and unzip my fly. I lay back in the couch, scarcely believing I'm here. You unbutton my pants and tug at them, grasping my boxers as well. I lift up my hips to help you, and you bring my pants to my knees. My erection is now free, thankfully, and you finally brake the stare our eyes seem to have been locked in to focus on my hardness. You let out a slight sigh as you look at it, the head pulsing slightly in excitement and anticipation, and I see your nipples harden. You reach over and take my penis in your hand and watch me as I throw my head back as the electricity goes through me.

"Oh, god," I stammer.

"Do you like my small hand on your erection?" you ask. I can do nothing but nod my reply, my eyes closed as I let myself go to the experience.

You give me a slight squeeze and start to rub, up and down, in an agonizingly slow rhythm. Back and forth you go, making my blood boil. You squeeze hardest around the head, enticing it to react to your almost rough touch. Although my eyes are closed, I sense that you're watching me, enjoying the sight of the effect you're having on me.

A few minutes later you hear the screaming of my silent plea and bring your mouth to engulf the head. I moan in delight as your suck and nibble gently, allowing your saliva slide down my shaft, lubricating its length. Slowly you lower your oral grip down, a little at a time, until my manhood is completely hidden. Your run your hands up and down my thighs as you please me with your wonderful, wet mouth, sending me to heights of elation.

To my dismay, you never increase your tempo, but simply keep the same anguishing time, bringing me up not quickly, but at a slow steady pace. The feeling is simply indescribable, I can only feel your mouth and tongue excite my glan over and over again. You moan, and I can feel it more than hear it, as your glide up and down.

After what seems like forever, I can feel the moment of release approach. I start to grunt, and my balls tighten into my body. You can sense my urgency, but never quicken your pace. I feel one of your palms and fingers on my sack, softly massaging the liquid it holds. My hips start to buck to and fro as my excitement becomes fulfilled. Every muscle in my body contracts, all my energy focused into one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

"Oh, God, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum....I'm cumming, I'm cumming.......OOOOOOHHHHHHH!"

All at once my juice explodes from the tip, sending surge after surge into your mouth and throat. You suck slightly and swallow it all, never spilling a drop, all the while continuing your motion up and down, up and down...

Slowly I return to the here and now, and realize you're still on your knees, smiling at me with your devilish, beautiful grin. Your hand is still on my testes, lightly squeezing them.

"Oh, god, that felt so good, so good," I say.

"Well, I'm glad you liked it. Hearing and feeling you cum felt good, too."

"Now it's MY turn, though!" I reply, and pick you up and carry you to my bedroom.

Once there, I put you down on your feet and kiss you with renewed urgency. Your hands go to my shirt and you start unbuttoning from top to bottom. I wrap my arms around you and start stroking your back, brushing one hand down to your firm, smallish bum. Soon my shirt is off, and there we are, the two of us standing near each other as God intended, nothing covering us, both totally exposed to the other.

I lead you backward, and have you sit on the bed. You scoot up so that you're totally laying on it, and I climb on to sit next to you. Our lips return to an easy but passionate kiss, and there we lay for some minutes, our mouths exploring each other.

I slowly drift my fingers down your side, over your waist, to your hips, and on to your legs. My mouth moves down to your neck, and you lay on your back. Now it's your turn to let out a small sigh as I slowly spread your legs, allowing me to do whatever I want. My hands trace small circles from your knee, to your inner thigh, slowly closer to your wetness. I've left your neck, now, and gone to one of your breasts. Your nipples are high in the air with excitement, and my lips are drawn to one, lightly nibbling and sucking. My hand goes to your other knee, and once again I trace a line from there up to the thigh, and just as I'm about to touch you where you yearn to be touched, I move my hand to your belly.

"Oh, god, don't tease me," you say.

"You asked for it, the way you kept me enthralled just a few minutes ago," I say. "Just enjoy it."

"I am, believe me...I've wanted this for so long now..."

I draw soft circles on your stomach and bring my fingers down to your bush. You instinctively spread your legs even more, bringing your knees up to allow me more room. I palm your mound and let my fingers just drape over, the fingers suggesting they would enter you. My mouth goes to your other breast and I start to suckle as if I were your child. My middle finger parts your inner lips and finds your swollen, moist clit.

"Ohhh, yes, right there.....please touch me more...."

I start to rub your sensitive nub slowly, knowing that you don't like it too rough down there. Back and forth I go, sometimes rubbing up and down, then changing to a circular motion, never letting you get used to one stimuli. I dip another finger inside you, and find that you are drenched with your own excitement, and that you're incredibly tight.

"Please, taste me...."

I am too happy to oblige!

I position my self so that my body is between your legs, my face only inches away from your opening. I smell the musk and relish its scent. I use my fingers to open you up slightly, exposing your rock hard clit. Its pink tip grows a bit as you sense what's about to come.

Slowly I lick the nubbin back and forth, and your head whips back at the sensation. "Oh, god, yes, just like that, so good, soo good......"

This time, It's my turn to drive you absolutely insane. I set myself into a rhythm on your love button and never alter from it. You taste so good, it's hard not to simply go wild, but I try to contain myself so that I may tease you as you did me.

Back and forth, up, down, left right, all around; my tongue brings you closer and closer; your hips start to undulate with anticipation. I hear your breathing become haggard, and fresh moisture escapes your opening. I know you're going to cum soon, but I maintain my easy pace.

"Oh, god......yes.......yes......mmmmmmmmm oh yes.....Oh, god......Oh GOD.......OH MY GOD YES!"

Your hips buck to and fro, trying to increase the rate of stimuli on your clit as you reach the brink.

"OH GOD I'M GOING TO CUM....I'M GOING TO CUM SO HARD.................. YES...............................OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!"

You almost have an ejaculation yourself as your orgasm sends liquid from inside you, a running faucet, down your pussy. You've clasped the bed sheets in a death grip, and your entire body twitches in spasms.

You sit up, grab my head in your hands and push your tongue into my mouth, tasting your own juices. I pick you up, never breaking the kiss, and bring you to the chair by my desk. There, I sit down and place you on my lap.

"Oh, God, I need you inside me," you gasp, and grab my renewed hard-on to your opening. Slowly you lower your entire body onto me, plunging me deep inside. You are so wet, so very, very tight, had I not cum already I surely would have shot my semen inside you right then and there.

"Oh, yes, that's it," I tell you. You know from our many intimate conversations that it takes me a while to cum a second time, and the fact that you pleased me already must have been your plan to make me last longer.

I cup your breasts as you start to rock back and forth against me, sending even more blood up my shaft and making me as hard as I've ever been in my life. Your muscles grab me in a vice-like grip, and I can't believe the sensations you're bringing me.

Up and down you move, impaling yourself over and over on me. Each time you rise and fall, you make an almost oval move with your hips, allowing every inch of your insides share in the feeling of fulfillment of me in you. My lips seek out your neck, chest and breasts as I'm sent into a frenzy, and my hands grasp your bum to help with the thrusts. In and out, in and out you go, and after a few minutes you say...

"Oh, god, you're going to make me cum again.... yes....yes..."

This time you're silent, you head reeled back as you press your clit to rub against me. The grip on my cock becomes even stronger, and I can feel more moisture around me, dripping out of you, and flowing down to my balls.....

"OH GOD!" is all you can say.

Now I can't wait any more. I pick you up once again and bring you back to the bed. You lay on your back and spread your legs wide, grasping your heels with your hands for support. I stand on my feet and dive into you, my own orgasm only moments away. You raise your head so you can see the erotic sight of me pummeling into you, the view of this adding to the feeling. I can't control myself anymore and simply drive myself into you, deeper and deeper it seems with every stroke.

"Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me..."

Hearing you say this sends me over the edge. I feel my loins twitch and I gasp for air, almost certain I'm going to pass out.

"Fill me..." you whisper.

That did it. I howl as I cum again, sending my seed into your womb. I keep pumping into you, wave after wave of cum entering you.

"Ooooooo, yeah....mmmm, that's it....." you say, looking into my eyes with your wicked grin.

Long moments are spent slowly going in and out of you, until I reluctantly come out of you and crawl next to you on the bed. We continue to kiss and fondle each other, our touch not rough, but soft and compassionate. Our tongues lightly touch and we simply lay there, enjoying each other's company and body.

I can only hope that this is only the beginning of our relationship.



At Long Last



Amy was surfing the web, and had been doing so for the last five hours. Her real world social life was essentially nil! Her normal weekday schedule was to work her eight to five job, come home, make herself supper, and either get on the Ham radio or surf the web. On weekends or holidays, her schedule was much simpler. She did the wash, did some minor cleaning and spent the rest of her waking hours on the radio or surfing the web, using snacks for meals so that she didn't have to leave her beloved radio or computer. Amy didn't dislike people; she was merely very self-conscious about her appearance. All through public school and then on through college she had picked up nicknames like "fatty", "tubby", or "fatso". She never let her hecklers know how deeply these names hurt her. During those school years Amy had lived in an area where the only acceptable body seemed to be an emaciated body with very large grapefruit sized breasts. 

Of all the hurts that she had received the worst was repeated twice during her school years. In each of these times a popular boy had asked her to go to a dance. In each of these cases the boy canceled out after Amy had already gotten fully ready for the dance. Worse yet, the boy, with his friends in the car would tell her he wasn't taking her as she was walking out to the car. The humiliation was devastating.

Amy was very smart. She had, in six years of college, earned a master's degree in chemical engineering. She had had no difficulty in finding a good, high paying, job in her local area. She purchased an old farmhouse on ten acres of land. The drive into work was about forty-five minutes one way, but that wasn't a problem since her car was a hybrid. 

Amy spent most of her time either on the Literotica website or using sites such as Cowlist.com, Catlist.com, or PureXTC.com to look at pictures of really well built guys. She liked to see pictures of handsome guys going at it with BBWs or handsome guys jerking off. Other than her dildo and vibrator this was as close to sex as she got. She had resigned herself to never finding "Mr. Right".

One weekend Amy decided that she would write a story for Literotica. She took her own problems and wrote about a girl she named Sue but in the story she latched onto a guy and they fell into a deep and meaningful love. Since Amy was an excellent writer her story was a big hit.

She wasn't prepared for the number of emails that started arriving. For the most part the emails were very complimentary, as usual for most writers there were a few "flame mail" ones too, but those she trashed.

Amy found that a couple of the emails were all but invitations to a date. This made her both very happy and very wary at the same time. One of the emails was from another author, named Pete, who was a member of Literotica. She went to his list of stories written and realized that some of her favorite stories had been written by him. Then she went to the Bio page. He was about her age, unattached and lived in the same state that she did. In the bio area he had left many of the labels blank. However, in the section where he could write a little about himself he indicated that he was still looking for his perfect woman.

Amy decided to respond to his email. She told him that several of her favorite stories had been written by him. Beyond that, she identified which stories meant the most to her.

Amy knew better than to get her hopes up. She told herself that she would probably never hear from Pete again. 

It was about two weeks later that an email arrived from Pete. In the email Pete told her that he had just written a new story and that it now could be read. He told her that the name of the story was "My Weakness" and asked her to review it and email him back with her observations.

Amy immediately went to the Literotica website. It didn't take her long to find "My Weakness". The story was about a guy's longing for a beautiful BBW with an above average mind. The guy unfortunately lives in an area where everyone else only values the scrawny chicks with big boobs. The character in the story loved big boobs as well, but he wanted them on a woman with soft, smooth curves. The other characteristic of the guy in the story was that he was what some people would call a "Nerd" or a "Geek"; that is he was very much scientifically inclined.

This fascinated Amy. Amy wrote a new story. She was very careful in her selection of words. She submitted it to Literotica. The day it was added to the new stories page she sent Pete an email. She told him how much she liked his story. She also told him that it had inspired her to write one that was similar. Her's was called "My Dreamboat". In truth, Amy had written a story that was an autobiographical sketch of her own life. In it she identified her dream guy as being loving, kind, open to kinky sex play, and holding down a real job. She didn't make her character want lots of money, or an Adonis, or a Hollywood type leading man; she wanted a real human being with substantial depth. It was now time to wait.

The following day there was another email from Pete. He said that he loved the story and indeed wished that he could find someone just like the heroine in the story. For the next few months Amy and Pete carried on an Internet romance. Very soon, they realized that the other person sounded just like what they were looking for. During this time no photographs were exchanged. It was ideas and emotions that were exchanged.

Amy decided to take a large risk. She emailed Pete and asked him if he was within driving distance of her favorite restaurant in the area. She went on to say that she would like to meet him over dinner, and it would be her treat.

Pete's reply to Amy's email came back later that day. He said that he would like to share a meal with her, but he wanted to treat or go "Dutch". Amy responded with a question about what day and time would be best. This was a Thursday and Pete replied that Friday at seven would be good for him. He wanted to know if it would work out for her. It was, and they agreed to meet there. Amy said she would make the reservations and that Pete should ask to be directed to the table for Ms. Amy.

As soon as the details were set, Amy made the reservations and specified that the table should be on the outside edge of the main dining area and next to a window. Amy already knew that the only windows in that room faced the parking lot and entrance. Amy decided to go all out for this meeting. 

She had a beautiful midnight blue velvet dress that showed a polite amount of cleavage. It was mid calf in length. She selected her favorite necklace which was black pearls. She did not opt for heels. She had some very pretty flats that went very well with her dress. She decided that her perfume should be Chantilly. 

Amy arrived at the restaurant half an hour early. She had, in fact, made the reservations for half an hour early. This was one of her favorite eating places and she was known by the staff.. She asked to sit at her table and have a man named Pete directed to the table when he came in and asked for Ms. Amy's table.

While waiting for Pete to show up, if he was going to show up, she steadied her nerves with a glass of good wine. When it was approximately ten minutes to seven, she noticed a tall, ruggedly built, man walking towards her table. When he was within six feet of the table he politely asked, "Is this the table for Ms. Amy?".

Amy rose to her feet and replied, "yes, it is. Are you Pete?".

"Yup, that's me. I had no idea you were going to be so pretty."

Those words almost knocked Amy off her feet. Her response was in kind; "I hadn't expected you to be as handsome as you are either. I sounds like we have both been pleasantly surprised."

"What would you like to drink? I've been enjoying a nice Rhine wine."

"Well, normally I have an hour and a half drive to get back home so I wouldn't have a drink. But, tonight is special. For the meal I'll stick to coffee or tea. But, for dessert I may have a bit of a stronger drink."

"Where do you live, Pete?" 

"It's not in a town. I have a reasonably sized dairy farm and live 'out in the boonies'. This is the closest big town to where I live. How about you?"

"I live about ten miles from here." Amy decided to throw caution to the wind; "If you ever get stuck here I have a spare room you could use. You indicated you were a 'geek' or 'nerd' how does that fit in with dairy farming?"

"Well, it's a long story and I wouldn't want to bore you with it."

"Oh, I promise I won't be bored. It will help me know you better."

"Well, it's like this. I grew up on that dairy farm and my father was bound and determined to have me continue the farm after he died. I, however, wanted to be an engineer. My dad and I agreed to a compromise. I went through school with a dual major, agriculture and mechanical engineering. I stayed on one extra year and got my masters in mechanical engineering and picked up a bachelors in electrical engineering to boot. After my first experience working in industry I decided the farm made more sense. After all, if I make a mistake I have to live with the consequences, in industry you live with your boss' mistakes. Amy laughed at that, indicating that she understood that completely. 

I have automated much of the milking and feeding side of my dairy. The cows are fed just the right mix of food for their individual needs. The temperature in the barn is controlled to always be above about 35 degrees F and below 80 degrees F. I can pull up records for many years showing the milk production as well as fuel, feed, and maintenance costs. I still need three hired hands because I'm milking over five hundred cows two times a day. We've set that up in four milking parlors feeding four bulk tanks. I use wind power and solar power when I can and use a pellet stove to provide most of the heat in the winter. Beside that I have made a methane generator that runs on the cow manure. I use that for heating the barns. What about you? What do you do and what did you study in college?"

"My background is much narrower than yours. I'm one of those manager types. I have a group of engineers working for me. Our specialty is developing new polymers for the plastics industry. My bachelor's and master's degrees are both in chemical engineering." 

"I knew some chemical engineers when I was in school. That is a tremendously difficult course of study. You must have an excellent memory!"

"Yeah, it's not bad. Let me ask you a leading question. Am I right in assuming that your story "My Weakness" is autobiographical in nature?"

Pete smiled, "I'm glad you picked up on that! I have been assuming that your story "My Dreamboat" is also autobiographical in nature."

"It is." 

"In that story the heroine is put down by everyone she goes to school with. That can't really be the case, can it?"

Amy paused for a moment. "Unfortunately I underplayed the put downs. It is an introduction to my life in school! You can probably see why. After all, I am heavy."

"Amy, in my book you fall into that wonderful category of BBWs, you are a Beautiful, Big Woman. As my story told it, I like BBWs. I'm not into scrawny. I don't want to embarrass you, but you are a perfect image of what I think is sexy! There was a pin-up calendar that was popular about forty years ago. The gal was called Hilda and was drawn by an artist named Duane Bryers.. You remind me very much of Hilda. She was sexy, inventive, and kind. I value those things."

"I don't know what to say, I've never run into someone like you before. I keep wondering when I will wake up from this dream. Oh, here comes the waiter. We better select some food. I'm going with the shrimp cocktail and a 'T' bone steak. What do you like?"

"I like your choice."

The waiter arrived and took their orders. Pete selected Constant Comment tea and Amy selected Darjeeling tea. When he had left they continued their discussion.

Amy started the conversation again: "Are you married or in a long term relationship?"

"I had been. But my wife died about three years ago. I'm still mourning her loss. But it is no longer the all consuming passion in my life. It is only recently that I have begun to want to start looking for 'Ms. Right'. It was your story that reminded me that there were still good, decent, women out there. Your story also reminded me that there were nice BBWs out there as well. And, as I said, I have a weakness for Beautiful Big Women. Now, how about you. Are you in any way attached?"

"No, that story was essentially autobiographical in nature. If you called the girl Amy instead of Sue it would be a good biographical sketch!"

Suddenly Pete had a hard, almost threatening, look on his face. "You mean to tell me that there are boys cruel enough to have a girl get ready for a big dance only to tell her they aren't taking her in front of their friends? You had that happen to you more than once?" By this time Pete's knuckles had turned white due the strength he was unconsciously using to make a fist.

"Yes. As I said, it is a pretty good description of my relationships with men, to this point!"

"Then, you haven't met men. Those idiots are immature spoiled brats who think like the t.v. and magazine ads want them to think. No real man gives his word to do something and then backs out on it! Especially when that word is given to a lady."

Amy was a bit startled by the intensity of Pete's words. She realized that something had spoken to his heart. "Pete, have you, or someone you love had a similar problem?"

There was a long pause. Pete looked like he was trying to decide on the best course of action. Finally he spoke: "Yes, my little sister faced similar problems until she died. She was born with Down's Syndrome. Too many of the local idiots took to calling her 'retard' until I talked to them about it. They usually didn't understand words, but they understood fists. Having grown up on the dairy farm I had chores to do every day. I was strong for my age. I have no tolerance of people who pick on other people for things that they may not be able to change! As you know, some of the best research at the moment suggests that weight may well be determined by a combination of genes. I think that those who scorn people who are different than they are, are kin to all of the bigots throughout the ages."

"Wow! I'm sorry to bring up painful things for you; but, I am overjoyed that you share some of my own dislike of any form of bigotry. Changing the subject, I saw from your Literotica profile that you enjoy BDSM and romance. To what extent do you like BDSM?"

"Well, I find BDSM to be an overly broad term. I do not like causing pain! I do not like receiving pain. However, if I were playing with my wife I would very gently tie her down with silk scarves that she could slip out of if she wanted. I would then be either oiling and massaging her body, or using a feather or rose to tickle her pussy lips or nipples. In other words I would pleasure her, but at my speed and method. Likewise, if she were doing me; the same general approach would be used. I don't condone using any force on people I love."

"Wow! again. You essentially used the same words that I would have chosen. I also fantasize about BDSM in the same way. The only difference is that I might use a ball stretcher on the guy, if he liked it, and include a vibrator in the toy mix. And if he were really kinky I suppose a strapon might be a fun toy."

"I had wanted to add something like that but I was afraid that I might have offended you. I like your ideas."

"I'm not offended. As a side question: I know that dairy farmer are all but 'married to the farm' what with the cows needs. How did you get away to meet me for dinner tonight? Isn't this awfully hard on you?"

Pete smiled! "You know, not many city people would have realized that. Do you have any relatives in the farming business?"

"Yes, my uncle Tim has a hog farm in Nebraska. He has to plan any social event so that it doesn't conflict with the animals needs. I used to love visiting his farm in the summer. The only drawback was the smell. It could get a mite 'ripe' at times."

"To answer your question. I have three full time hands on the farm and I have two other men who can fill in for either of them if something goes wrong. I had both of my 'fill in's come in for today and tomorrow so that I wouldn't have to rush back. "

As dinner wound down Amy hitched up her courage and said: "I made home made apple pie and have some very sharp cheese to go with it. Would you consider my request as too foreword if I offered you dessert at my place?"

Pete smiled!! "I would be glad to accept your kind offer. Is there adequate parking available where you live?"

"No problem! Room is something I have a lot of. The only problem is in the winter since my driveway is about two hundred feet long. I hope you won't be mad at me, I already made arrangements with this restaurant; the bill and tip have already been paid."

"No, I'm flattered! Shall we go for dessert?"

The drive to Amy's house was uneventful. Amy had handed Pete a small two way radio with a range of about three miles. If he became separated from her he could get her to wait for him. He never needed to use it. Pete was surprised when he saw the old farmhouse set back in a grove of trees. It was obviously well cared for and obviously offered privacy.

As Amy's car drove into the yard the outside lights and lights in the room, where the side door was located, came on. Amy got out of her car and went to the door and unlocked it. When Pete came in he found himself in a very nicely done kitchen. There was a cat curled up in a basket next to the pellet stove but the kitchen was obviously designed to be used. 

Pete spoke: "I'm not sure that I will be able to find my way back from here in the dark. Will you lead me back to the restaurant when it's time for me to leave?"

"Well, I could do that, or I could put you up in the guest room. It has a lock on the inside so that you know you wouldn't be interrupted while you were sleeping."

Pete grinned and said "What makes you so sure I wouldn't like to be interrupted while I was asleep, especially if you were the one doing the interrupting."

Amy blushed: "I suggested that to keep myself from doing exactly that. You have no idea of what you are doing to me emotionally right now. I will remain a lady, but it is very hard to keep from pushing ahead too fast."

"I know exactly what you mean. I hope that the tent in my pants isn't embarrassing you as much as it is embarrassing me."

At that, Amy walked over and stood about six inches away from Pete and looked up into his eyes. She saw the same hunger that she felt on his face. She hugged him and gently kissed him. That acted like a signal to Pete. He returned the hug and kissed her in return... Within moments they were exploring each others mouth with their tongues. After about five minutes Amy said: "Would you like dessert now?" She said this with a semi-lecherous grin on her face.

"What are you suggesting?"

"Well, for dessert there is apple pie or there is me."

With a grin, Pete said: "How about a piece of each?"

"I think that can be arranged. Which would you like first?"

"Let's have a slice of apple pie and cheese. Were you offering a drink to go with it?"

"Yes, coffee, tea, or something stronger?"

"What kind of stronger did you have in mind. Well I could make a mixed drink or we could use Bailey's Irish Creme in the coffee or tea."

"Do you have the makings for a whiskey sour?"

"Yes, it's one of my favorites. Two whiskey sours coming up. Grab a chair at the table and I'll be right back with the drinks."

Three minutes later Amy returned with two highball glasses with ice and the wonderful amber brown liquid. Amy put them on the table and then placed the pie, cheese, two knives, two forks, two napkins and two dessert plates on the table. They enjoyed the pie while continuing to talk. 




At Long Last



"What kind of music do you like Pete?"

"I'm partial to the baroque, classical and romantic periods. My mother was an excellent musician so she taught me to love music. How about you?"

"I learned to play the piano when I was in grade school and I sort of learned to play the violin. I'm not overly proficient at either. I make up for that by having a very good sound system and a broad selection of music on both vinyl and on CD-Roms. Would you like to come in and listen to some of my favorite music?"

"Yes, I'd like that."

As they walked into the living room Pete made an observation: "You don't seem to have a t.v. Don't you watch any shows?"

"No, I get my news in the paper, in news magazines, and on line at Fox news. T.V. is a wasteland!"

"My sentiments exactly. I got rid of my t.v. set years ago. I haven't missed it one little bit." 

Amy directed Pete to the center of the couch. She took a CD from its case turned on the amplifier and inserted the CD into the carrier. She then sat down directly next to Pete. Moments later the sounds of Liebestraum could be heard from the speakers. After the opening few bars Amy leaned her head over on Pete's shoulder. In response he put his arm around her shoulders and they sat there lost in the music. The disk contained some of the best of Liszt and Chopin. By the time it was over Amy and Pete were snuggled together in quiet bliss. 

"Pete, I should tell you that I have no experience with where I am headed tonight! Not only am I a virgin, I've never even necked or petted with a boy. Please don't blame me if I lack expertise.""

"You're kidding, right? After all, you are a beautiful woman. How could people pass you up?"

"No, I'm not kidding. Well, here goes: would you like some more music or would you like a nice hot bath in my whirlpool tub?"

"Choices, choices! Can you pipe some nice music into where the tub is?"

"Absolutely! The tub wouldn't be half as much fun without the infra-red heat lamps, and the sound system. Do you want to use the tub alone, or would you enjoy some company?"

"I would love company, as long as it is you."

"I think I can arrange that. Which room would you like to sleep in so I can put a bathrobe and slippers there?"

"It seems a shame to mess up two beds, unless you don't mind."

"One bed sounds good, but I want to draw a line we won't cross. I don't want to do vaginal intercourse. I'm a bit old fashioned in this way. I want to reserve that for marriage. Can you live with that limitation?"

"Yes, I can fully understand your wishes and will comply. We can still make each other feel good though, right?"

"Of course, but you may have to teach me what to do."

Amy led Pete to her bedroom. It was a large nicely carpeted room, decorated in shades of lavender. There was a four poster bed in the middle of one wall. She led Pete to a door across from the bed. It opened into a large bathroom. There was a steam shower and a large whirlpool bathtub. On the ceiling were infra-red lamps. Near the wall was a pellet stove that was burning brightly. Two excellent speakers were located on the walls. 

Amy started to fill the tub and then led Pete back into her bedroom. "How do you want to do this? Shall we each strip or shall we strip each other?"

"Let's strip each other, why don't you start after we get rid of our shoes?" They both removed their shoes.

Amy unhooked Pete's belt and unzipped his pants. He stepped out of the pants and Amy was treated with a bulge that indicated a very large penis.

Pete unfastened Amy's dress and gently pulled it off over her head. Underneath the dress she was wearing a Victoria's Secret bra and panties. Both were almost see through. Pete couldn't take his eyes off her breasts.

He said "May I touch you?"

"Please do, Can I touch you?"

"You bet!"

Amy was running her hands over the wonderful bulge in Pete's shorts while he was nuzzling Amy's cleavage with his face while he cupped her breasts in his big hands. They lost track of how long they had been enjoying this when a beeping sound came from the bathroom.

"The level alarm! I've got to turn off the water."

Amy ran into the bathroom and shut off the water. The level was just about perfect for two people.

When Amy returned to the bed room she unbuttoned and removed Pete's shirt. She then started to run her hands all over his hairy chest. While she was doing that, Pete was unfastening Amy's bra. Her breasts took his breath away! Her breasts had to be no less than a double D cup size and her ariolas were a good three inches across. Pete bent down and started to nibble and suck on her nipples. Amy started moaning. Amy moved to remove his underpants. Pete stopped playing with her breasts long enough to help Amy out of her panties.

Now nude, they held each other tightly enough to displace essentially all the air between them. Amy had never felt this way before.. She said: "This is wonderful! I had no idea that it would be this good to hold someone so close. This is way better than my best fantasy."

After several minutes they went into the bathroom and got into the heated, whirlpool tub. They continued to explore each other's bodies. No words were spoken. Finally Pete asked Amy to sit up on the edge of the tub with her feet in the water.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Just shut your eyes and enjoy, you will like this."

Pete moved her close enough to the edge so that he could easily reach her pussy with his tongue. He started by slowly kissing her left inner thigh about halfway between the knee and hip. He slowly worked his way up to, but stopped just before her pussy lips. Then, he repeated the kissing moving up the right leg. This time however when he reached her pussy he started by carefully licking and gently sucking on her pussy lips. By this time Amy was moaning. After spending a few minutes on the lips he started to move his tongue inside her. At this point he had not approached her clit. After a few minutes of internal licking he replaced his tongue with a finger and slowly started to move it in and out of her vagina. It was at this point he turned his attention to her clit. He alternately licked it and sucked on it. Back and forth, back and forth. As Amy approached her climax he switched to two fingers inside her and just sucked on her clit while running his tongue over it. Within moments Amy had an explosive climax. He continued working on her until she had had three more climaxes and could take no more.

After Amy had a chance to come down from her intense experience she had a big smile on her face. "Wow!! Thank you Pete, I've never had that experience before. That was incredible! How did you learn to do that so well?"

"My wife loved oral stimulation. At first, I had her correct me every time I pleasured her. After a while I got pretty good at telling what she wanted. Just now I simply did for you what I regularly did for my wife for many years."

"I'd like to do the same for you, but I have no experience whatsoever. Can you teach me to pleasure you? I'd like to learn, but it will take time to become proficient."

"If you really want to learn we need to do a couple of things first. While my wife was alive I kept my pubic hair shaved. Hair can trap unpleasant odors and doesn't feel good in the mouth. Since her death I haven't shaved down there. I also didn't presume to shave before our first meeting. I had not expected to find myself with you like this. If you want to learn I need to shave so that you won't find it objectionable. I was pleasantly surprised that you shave your pubic hair. Obviously you know how to be careful. Would you like to shave me?"

"You mean you will trust me to cut the hair and then shave you down there?"

"Yes, I think I know you well enough to trust you."

"How do you want to do it?"

"We shouldn't use the whirlpool, you don't want hair clogging your filters or in your plumbing. I should probably lay down on a towel on the bathroom's tile floor near the sink. Do you want me to get out and lay down on a towel?"

"Yes, if you're sure you want it."

"I want it, and I want you to do it."

Pete and Amy got out of the whirlpool tub and toweled each other dry. Pete put the towels down on the floor and lay down on them. Amy got her best scissors and sat down between Pete's legs. She gently started to cut his pubic hair. As she worked she could see that a massive erection was in process. She couldn't help gently cupping his balls in one hand and putting her hand around his penis with the other. It was Pete's turn to moan in pleasure. 

Amy reluctantly released his cock and balls and got a hot washcloth. She placed the hot washcloth on the shortened pubic hair. While the hair was softening she got a new package of the razors that she used for her legs. She removed the washcloth, squirted some gel shaving cream onto her hands and lathered his pubic hair. She started with the easy hair above the penis. She very gently shaved him there and then moved to his scrotum. She very gently pulled the scrotum so the skin was tight and shaved it. She took her time because she didn't want to nick him. At last she rinsed the area with a warm washcloth and inspected her work. She had gotten it all.

Pete had a raging hardon by this point in time. Amy spoke: "Why don't we go into the bedroom and onto the bed so that you can teach me how to give you a blow job?"

Pete was enthusiastic about this suggestion. When they got to the bed, Pete took a pillow and put it on the floor beside the bed. Then he removed one of his shoelaces and laid down on the bed with his legs hanging off the end. 

"O.K. Amy, kneel down on the pillow and take this shoelace. The idea is to tie the lace into a loop too small for either of my balls to pass through but loose enough so that the blood supply isn't cut off. When that is done I'll continue."

Amy said "They seem to be almost hidden. What do I do?"

Pete said: "I'll fix that." He reached down and pressed so that both balls were again clearly discernible. "Take hold of the balls, firmly but gently, and gently pull on them until the scrotum stretches so that there is an inch or so of sack above the balls. Then tie the loop."

Amy did exactly as she was told. Moments later Phil's balls were incapable of pulling up. "The reason for the loop is that one of the most sensitive pleasure areas is on the underside of the scrotum. Another is the pleasure of someone gently pulling on your balls while licking them. Start out by kissing the sack, starting far down on the bottom. After a while, suck one ball into your mouth and keep it from escaping with your teeth. Then very gently 'worry it' like a dog who wants to take a toy away from you. Then do the other ball. By the time you have done that I will have a raging hard-on."

Amy proved to be an apt pupil. Within minutes she was producing moans of pleasure from Phil. Phil said: "now you can stop that and grab the balls in one hand and start kissing and licking your way up the underside of my penis. When you get to the head, lick and kiss your way around the ridge."

Amy did exactly as she was told. 

"Do you have any hand lotion nearby?"

"Yes, should I get some?"

"Yes, since this is your first time you should watch what will happen before you try to do it with your mouth."

Amy quickly got a handful of lotion. 

"Now, put the lotion on my cock and move your hand up and down the shaft giving a little twisting motion when you reach the very end. Ahhhhhhhhhh exactly like that. Oh that is wonderful. I'm not going to last long." Less than three minutes later Pete made a deep grunting noise, stiffened his body and streams of cum erupted from the end of his cock. 

"Woah, please, no more pumping. Wow that was good! In a blow job you use your mouth to do what you did with your hand. I don't expect you to deep throat me."

"How did I do?"

"I think you will get the hang of it very quickly. What can be super exciting is for me to bring you to a climax, like in the bathroom while you drive me to a climax. When we reach climaxes at the same instant the feelings can't be put into words."

"Let me get a wash cloth and clean you up."

"O.K. you could take a small taste to see if you can handle the taste and smell."

Amy leaned foreword and licked a small amount of cum off Pete's abdomen. "It's not bad. It isn't super tasteful but it isn't repulsive either. I can live with that."

Amy cleaned up Phil. She turned out the light and they both climbed into bed and spent a large portion of the night cuddling and talking almost like a husband and wife would.

********* morning ********

Pete woke up at his regular time. As he sat up, Amy got up and told him she would make breakfast. Soon the smell of good coffee was wafting through the house. Pete sat at the kitchen table as Amy prepared a batch of corn pancakes and bacon. She hadn't asked what Pete wanted, but she ended up making his favorite breakfast.

Pete brought up the subject of the following weekend. "Would you like to come out to my place next weekend? It's not too hard to find."

"I'd love to. What can I bring with me. How about an apple pie and a pumpkin pie?"

"I was going to say bring nothing, but you have twisted my arm. You just named my two favorite pies."

"I can take half a day's vacation that day and make the trip entirely in the daylight. Let me get my 'Trucker's Atlas' road maps."

Moments later they were penciling in the route that Amy would drive next weekend. 

"Pete, let me show you around the house."

"O.K., lead on."

The tour was mostly uneventful except for two particular rooms. In the basement every pipe and valve was labeled. There was good lighting and there was a transfer switch for the standby generator. There were also several shelves with home canned spiced peach, strawberry, and black cap jams. Pete was impressed! The second room of interest was Amy's Ham radio "shack". Complete with all her normal transmitter and receiver equipment as well as an excellent array of good test equipment. "What got you interested in Ham radio?"

"Well, the friends you make on the radio don't see you, unless you are into slow scan t.v... My only friends through high school and college were other Hams. My father had been a Ham and he taught me. I got my Novice license when I was fourteen. I find my entertainment with the radio and my computer. We don't have cable out here and I'm more than five miles from the telephone company's central office, so I can't get DSL service. I have a one megabaud satellite Internet link. When it is down, due to bad weather, I switch to dial up. Have you ever had any interest in Ham radio?"

"Yes, I have. I have an Amateur Extra Class license." At that point the discussion took on technical aspects that we don't need to relate. In every way Amy and Pete were realizing how compatible they were.

******* Next Weekend *******

Amy found Pete's dairy farm without any trouble. Pete still had to do his evening milking and other chores. After being shown around the kitchen, Amy prepared a dinner for Pete that would be ready at about the time he said he would be finished. That way there would be good warm food on the table. It was seven in the evening when Pete came in from the barn. It was ten minutes before dinner was ready. It gave him time to wash his hands and face and put on slippers before sitting down to the table. They said grace and Amy put the food on the table. They enjoyed a leisurely dinner. Pete was very pleasantly surprised. The meal was excellent."

"You are a very good cook! Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"Well, when you think about it cooking is actually applied organic chemistry. My mother taught me the basics and then I decided to figure out what was happening chemically. Things sort of snowballed. Once you know what is happening chemically many of the culinary arts actually make sense scientifically. The result is that between my mom and chemistry I learned to cook. Which of the pies would you like for dessert?"

"How about a small slice of each?"

"That's easy to arrange."

Moments later pie and fresh coffee were sitting in front of them. Pete opened up a discussion. "So, what do you think of the place so far?"

"I like it! The farm animals, buildings and general land look very well cared for. Your house is beautiful. This is very nice, I'm sort of jealous. I won't think my place is so special any more."

"I'm glad you like it. I realize we haven't known each other for very long, but after months of sharing thoughts and feelings on line I really think I know you pretty well. Now, I don't want to put any pressure on you but I'd like you to accept a little present from me. It comes along with a question that is inside this little box."

Amy all but held her breath. She recognized the box as one from a jewelry store. When she opened it she found a one karat diamond ring and a note that said "would you be my wife?". 

Amy had tears in her eyes. She started to sob almost uncontrollably. Pete moved over and put an arm around her and asked "Is something wrong?". Amy managed to say no, nothing was wrong it was just that she had never thought that anyone would ask her that question. Especially someone as neat as Pete. When she had pulled herself together enough to speak, she said: "I would be honored to marry you. Thank you so much for asking me. We ought to talk over so many things. I don't even know where to begin because I had never planned on this happening."

"We have all the time we need. Let's take this slow and do it right! Right now, I am very tired after a long day. What say we enjoy a warm bath and a cozy bed, even if it is only to sleep."

"That sounds good! Will we both fit in your tub?"

"No problem, my whirlpool tub is a lot older than yours, but it works very well. I even improved the heater controls so the water stays in a relatively narrow range that you can set. Would you like to join me?"

"I want to join you permanently!" 

"I feel the same way!"

To be continued.......... 



At Long Last



"Yeah, cum on my face." A few months ago, I'd never have believed I'd hear my best friend say that to me. And yet, there I was, with her boyfriend, getting ready to cover her face.

We'd been friends for years. We met in college, and hung out almost every waking hour. Some people thought we were secretly hooking up, but we never did. Our relationship never swung that way. Sure, she was hot (way hotter than I could ever do), and she did fuel many late-night jack-off sessions, but that wasn't a big deal to me. We were friends; trusted each other, enjoyed each other, and just had fun. 

So, what does she look like? A 5'7", long-haired, sometimes brunette, sometimes redheaded, goddess. With beautiful blue eyes that seemed to swing to hazel; a tall, lean, taut body; beautifully small, perfectly rounded breasts; and a curved ass that made men drool; she was a walking wet dream. At times she knew it—her clothing and walk could make sure a man remembered her for the rest of his life. And at times she didn't—she was self-conscious, insecure, and needed people. What a woman. And what a friend.

Me, I'm nothing exciting. A pudgy, tall, dark-haired, brown-eyed, guy. You've seen a million guys like me on the street, and will see at least 10 more by the end of the day.

So, how does this story end? Do we date? Do we fall in love, suddenly, realizing years of mutual attraction? Nope. But this tale does have a very, very happy ending.

We're a few years out of college. We don't live very close to each other, so we don't see each other much, but we're still good friends. Chatting online, emails, infrequent dinners or drinks. It works for us. I knew about her boyfriend. I'd never met him, but she liked him a lot, and he seemed like a good guy. And then one day, our conversation turned to sex.

It seemed her boyfriend had certain fantasies. Dreams of group sex, gang bangs, threesomes. Several men doing her at one time. And let's be honest—who doesn't have those thoughts at some point about the woman they're dating? The difference between this guy and the others: he was ready to make it happen.

Jessica (that's her name) was definitely not that type of girl. Prior to this, she'd been in a long-term, fucked-up relationship. Semi-monogamous on her side, not at all monogamous on his. We (her friends) had warned her many times, but it was a mistake she had to make (and she did). So finally that was over, but she was a girl scorned. Trust wasn't coming easy. But she'd found the perfect guy from her—you know, other than the fact she wasn't ready to be gangbanged.

But Chris (and that's his name) was understanding. A fantasy can just be a fantasy. But that didn't keep him from bringing it up sometimes, in bed or outside of it. And through a little bit of wrangling, I was able to figure it out it turned her on, even if just a bit. Was there a way I could take advantage of this? Perhaps, but it sure wasn't at the forefront of my mind.

Jess gave me more and more information. She's never volunteered much, but she responds quickly to questions, and will quickly follow a conversation path to exactly where I wanted to steer it. And more and more, it came to sex. And Chris's fantasy. And how she could make it come true.

Our conversations got dirtier and dirtier. Well, maybe dirty is not the right word. More descript. More detailed. I found out more about her sex life, what turned her on, what she wanted to do and didn't want to do. I finally convinced her to share a picture or two. And those four pictures were my first glimpse of perfection. I'd always pictured her perfect ass, her tight stomach, her sexy chest; my imagination was nothing compared to actually seeing it. Her beautiful face, her tongue licking up the long, hard, smooth shaft of her boyfriend's cock. Those eyes looking into the camera also made me cum when I first saw them. Another of her riding him, his cock piercing her tight, slightly reddened, obviously well-fucked pussy. And the best of them all, him covering her tits in his cum.

I was turned on. I was aroused. I now had the best fuckin' jerk-off material EVER. So, after spending the next week calling in sick and masturbating (just kidding), I finally made my suggestion to her. Sure, the pictures were good. But they could be better. No one ever made really good porn by themselves. Maybe they needed someone to tape them. Someone with a really nice video camera and digital camera. Someone to guide them into positions that would photograph well. I knew Chris wanted another man, and Jess didn't. Maybe this could be the compromise. I could be the man, but in a non-sexual role (well, as non-sexual as you can get when you're taping two people having sex).

So, I held my breath and suggested this to Jess. She liked the idea. She shared it with Chris. He liked the idea. So, we decided to make it happen.

I was nervous. I hadn't yet met Chris. And I had no clue what to expect. Being ever the optimist, I made sure I was cleaned up all over: clean underwear, a little trim down under, an understated cologne. Then I borrowed my roommate's video camera and digital camera (hey, I only implied I owned one!). Made sure they were fully charged. And got into the car for the long drive to Chris's house.

I sat in the car for a few minutes, thinking this could change our friendship. Or maybe not. Just watching someone have sex doesn't take away from friendship; hell, sleeping with someone doesn't always ruin it. So, I took 10 deep breaths, got out my car, and knocked on his door.

Jess answered the door. She was wearing a white tank top and tight jeans. She hugged me, invited me in, and introduced me to Chris. A little shorter than me, but a little taller than her, he was tall and lean, but in that way that you can see his strength in the way his muscles rolled. Short, cropped brown hair, brown eyes, he was very handsome, and definitely Jess' type. He wore a white tshirt and blue jeans (although a little looser than hers). 

"Chris," he said, shaking my hand. 

"Tom," I said, as if we could each be any other person. We knew what was going down tonight. Jess offered us beers. We each took one, and sat down in the living room.

"Did you see the O's game?" I asked. Whew, sports. This can kill some awkwardness. 

"Nah, I've been following the Nationals," he said. 

Ok, I can handle this. Forty minutes of inane conversation followed. But it was ok. It wasn't awkward. It was pleasant. We could handle this. We could be friends. We could chat. Cool.

"You ready to do this?" Jess finally asked. 

Oh, lord. I hope so. 

"Yeah," my voice squeaked a bit. We all laughed. Ok, tension averted. 

I grabbed the bag I'd sat by the front door, and followed them in the bedroom. I set up the video camera on a tripod, as they held hands and watched me. I pulled out my digital camera. 

"Ready," I said. They exchanged glances. 

"Ready," she said. I had a feeling she was the only one who wasn't ready, but I knew we all needed her to say she was ready. "I'm ready," she repeated.

I started the video camera, and grabbed my digital camera. We all looked awkwardly at it, until finally Chris smiled. He grabbed Jess, and pulled her into a deep kiss. I started clicking, walking around them, getting the kiss from different angles. He ran his hands up her sides, pulling up her shirt, showing her back and midriff. I made sure to get lots of pictures.

They were fully ignoring me now, and I was ok with that. I just walked and clicked, getting as many pictures as possible. 

He kissed her neck, lifting her shirt. That long, beautiful expanse of tanned skin came into view. Slowly, I could see the back of her bra. I circled around, getting pictures from every angle. He pulled off her shirt, then continued to kiss her neck and shoulders, as one hand went to her ass and one to her chest. He fondled her, and she moaned softly as he continued to lick and suck her upper body.

She pulled back a bit, and pulled off his shirt. His tight chest, as tanned as hers, came into view. They kissed deeply, as one her hands started to rub the growing package in his jeans. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back just a bit, as he roughly kissed her neck. He reached behind her, undoing her bra. I unconsciously held my breath as he let it fall to the floor. Finally, I was seeing those tits I had dreamed about in all their glory. They were beautiful. No larger than a grapefruit, absolutely no sag. My picture taking quickened. So did my breath. 

Slowly she pulled back. She looked him in the eye. Something very quick passed between them; I'll never know what it was. But with an almost imperceptible nod, she slowly sank to her knees. With painstaking care, she unbuttoned his jeans. It seemed like it took her five minutes to get his zipper down, but it couldn't have been more than five seconds. She pulled them down to the floor. He was only in boxer shorts, with an obvious bulge in the front. She rubbed the bulge slowly, before putting her hands inside the waistband, and slowly pulling them towards the floor. As she got them below his waist, his cock started to show. As she continued down, it popped up, almost hitting her in the face. She allowed his boxers to fall, and I continued taking pictures. His cock seemed perfect. Tan, like the rest of him, a little over six inches, smooth. It was surrounded by a closely cropped patch of dark hair, a slight fur covering his balls and crotch. 

Again, I held my breath as she stuck out her tongue and licked slowly, firmly, one long lick up the length of his shaft. My breathing suddenly matched his, as we both slowly panted, entirely aroused. I suddenly realized just how hard my cock was.

I continued to take pictures, breathing harder, turned on by what was going on in front of me. 

I think she knew how much she was turning me on. I could see her smile as she continued to lick up and down his cock, sometimes slowing to tease the top of his balls. I know the sweet agony of a good blowjob, and I knew what was going on in his mind. Imagining it was my dick, I just kept snapping away.

Suddenly, swiftly, she moved her mouth over the head of his penis and covered it. Spending just a moment licking the head, she abruptly took his entire cock in her mouth. He groaned just a bit, as she began to bob up and down. With one hand gripping the bed and the other on top her head, she he was obviously enjoying it. Her technique was spectacular. She would shove the entire length into her mouth, obviously pushing into her throat. She'd pull back, licking the entire way. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Her hands roamed his body, sometimes gripping his ass, sometimes fondling his balls, sometimes pinching his nipples. 

She pulled all the way of him, looked up into his eyes, and said "you enjoying this, baby?" 

Catching his breathe, he sighed and just said "you're the best."

She grabbed him by the hips. I moved in a bit closer, thinking she was ready to deepthroat him again. But she surprised both of us. She roughly pushed him back on the bed, as he fell on his back with his legs on the floor. Still on her knees, she rushed over to him and took his entire cock once again. She jerked his cock, moving her head down and sucking on his balls. She was incredible. 

I snapped away. Unconsciously, I reached down and rubbed my cock through my pants. I had never been so turned on in my life. I kept taking pictures, as I rubbed my bulge and watched my gorgeous best friend give her boyfriend the best blowjob I'd ever seen.

I stopped taking pictures for a moment, confident the video camera was picking up enough. I just rubbed myself and watched, not quite believing how incredible this was. Chris caught my eye for a moment, and for one, brief second, I had this incredible fear he was going to jump up and throw me out for touching myself. But he smiled, nodded, and put his attention back where it belonged: Jess' bobbing head. 

For a few more minutes, he allowed her to wax his pole, before he sat up a bit, grabbed her, and pulled her up to him. He kissed her deeply, one hand holding her against him while the other went between her legs, rubbing her through her underwear. She moaned, deeply. As they continued to kiss, his hand worked at her pussy, rubbing against her underwear, sometimes his finger going just a bit underneath. Keeping her underwear on; that's sexy. 

He grabbed her hips and spun her around, so her pussy was in his face. A classic 69 position, with her on top. This was incredible. He knew what to do; he immediately buried his face into her pussy, pulling her underwear aside to allow his tongue access. One hand caressing her ass while the other went to gently tugging and flicking her clit. She, on the other hand, took her time; teasing him, nipping all around the base of his cock, gently licking all over. The whole time, I took some random pictures and continued to rub my cock through my pants.

Suddenly, Jess looked up: "Feeling a little constrained?" she asked.

"A little," I said with a smile. 

"Feel free to...you know...make yourself comfortable." 

"Are you serious?" I asked.

I needed a little bit of a reality check. Here I am, in a room with the girl I've been lusting after for years, and she's 69ing with her boyfriend, and I'm pretty sure I was just invited to pull out of my cock and jerk off.

"Go for it, dude", Chris said, from underneath her pussy. "Have fun."

Ok, who am I to question fate, the gods, or her boyfriend?

She went back to licking his cock, but her eyes were still on mine. Was I being dared? I didn't know the answer, but it was time. Our eyes locked, that slight smile on her face even as her tongue ran down the length of his shaft, I grabbed the zipper of my shorts and so painfully slowly, still not entirely sure this was a good idea, I pulled it down. My hand went in my pants, and I grabbed my rock hard cock. She smiled and winked. I pulled my whole package out—cock and balls, hanging outside my zipper. She very, very obviously checked it out, and when her eyes returned to mine, I swear her smile was bigger and there was a gleam in her eye that wasn't there before.

Putting the camera down, I stood next to bed and jacked my cock, running my hand up and down while watching a beautiful live porno. They attached each other with gusto, him pulling her ass down to rub her pussy all over his face, while she took his cock deep in her throat. Suddenly, I watched her back tense. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, her hands tightened on his legs. Her breathing quickened. She buried her face into his crotch. I knew she was cumming, quietly, but intensely. And then it seemed to be over. She relaxed a bit. She looked up, her face glistening with the sweat of a great, sexy workout, and said "good job, baby."

Jess seemed to want to relax, but Chris obviously was not done. "Grab your camera, dude," he said, "I need pictures of this!" 

Reluctantly letting go of my cock, I grabbed the camera. He flipped her off of him, and turned her so she was laying face down. He grabbed her ass and pulled her to her hands and knees. Grabbing hold of her hair with one hand, he used his other hand to slap her ass with his cock. 

"Ready for it, baby?" he asked. 

It was obviously a rhetorical question, because he then took shoved the full length of his cock into her pussy. She moaned in pleasure. 

He slowly pulled back, before pushing his cock all the way in once more. He worked into a slow rhythm, speeding up just a bit. I circled and took pictures, listening to the smacking of skin each time he pushed all the way in. Sometimes Jess hammed it up for the camera, looking ecstatic. Sometimes she had that beautiful grimace on her face a girl gets when she's being pounded. Chris's look of concentration as he fucked her was incredible. He pulled her hair a bit, so she kept her back arched. Sometimes he smacked her ass.

Eventually, he slowed. He worked into a very steady, slow cadence, sinking his cock all the way in her beautiful pussy, before pulling all the way out. He still hadn't removed her underwear, so I zoomed in with the camera to watch his cock sawing past the small piece of fabric that used to run under her crotch. I alternated between quick strokes of my cock and taking pictures.

"You like the view, Tom?" Jess asked. 

"Fuck yeah," I replied enthusiastically. 

"You think he's really enjoying it, baby?" she asked her boyfriend. 

"His hard cock makes me think he is," Chris replied.

"You know, hon," she said to me, "it doesn't quite seem fair. Here we are getting off together, and you're just sitting there, jerking off. You could be doing that at home."

Could this be going where I hoped it was going? No, no way. That's not how we did things.

"Yeah," I replied, "but the live show is so much better."

"You want more than a live show?" she asked. 

Fuck, one of my closest friends was getting pounded by her boyfriend and I'm pretty sure was offering me some type of sex at the same time. Was this a good idea? Does it matter if it's a good idea? My rock hard cock was thinking for me now.

"Of course," I smiled. I figured if I was interpreting it wrong, I could always pretend I was joking. 

"Then come here," she said with a smile and a wink. Shit, I think I got it right.

I put down the camera and walked over, my dick waggling out of my pants. She looked up at me, our eyes locking, as her boyfriend continued his steady, deep rhythm. We continued to look at each other as she reached up and wrapped her hand around my thick, 7" cock. She slowly stroked up and down, matching Chris's beat in her pussy.

"Did you ever think I'd be doing this?" she asked. 

These people must love their rhetorical questions, because she immediately craned her neck up just a bit, and ran her tongue from the top of my tongue all the way down to my balls, making every thought escape from my mind. 

"Oh, baby," I groaned. 

My hand immediately went into her hair. I loved the feeling of it; my cock was getting worked over, and I was able to run my hands through her beautiful, full hair. She licked up and down my cock. I got harder and harder. 

She licked down to my smooth balls. The moment she took my left nut in her mouth, I forgot everything else, including the fact her boyfriend was fucking her pussy even as she was licking my nuts. She buried her face in my testicles, as she stroked my cock, rubbing it all over her face. This was better than anything I'd ever imagined.

After a few minutes of this, as Chris continued to fuck her young pussy and I got entirely too close to cumming, she took my entire cock in her mouth. I could feel it bumping slightly into her closed throat, as she pushed it in. She proceeded to work over my cock, sometimes shoving it deep in her mouth, sometimes pulling it out and jacking it a bit, sometimes licking up and down. At one point I pushed her into my balls, pushing down on the back of her head and making her lick and suck them. I used my other hand to jerk off, rubbing my cock all over her face. It was risky; some girls wouldn't appreciate it. But she looked up with her smiling, beautiful face; god, it was enough to almost make cum.

Suddenly, she stopped. What the fuck, I thought. Then I realized Chris had stopped fucking her, and had stepped off the bed. I stepped back, too. He took her by the hand, and stood her up, next to the bed. Then he pushed her down slowly, gently, so she was again on her knees in front of him. His thick cock was glistening with pussy juice. She smiled up at him, before taking his cock in her mouth. She used her tongue to clean off every drop of her own juice. 

"Come on over here," Chris said. 

He stood there naked, and I stood next to him, our cocks jutting out. She pulled down my shorts and boxers, leaving me in a shirt, shorts, and my pants and boxers around my ankles. She licked my cock, still stroking Chris'. Then she licked his, still stroking mine. On her knees, in front of us, she presented quite a picture, licking our dicks. She took me all the way down her throat, still stroking him. She allowed me to put my hand on her head, and fuck her mouth, gently, softly, but deeply. She did this for about 45 seconds, before switching to Chris and doing the same thing. She used every technique in the book, and she made sure we were each treated equally. She licked our cocks, she sucked our balls. It was incredible.




At Long Last



After about 10 minutes of this, I was getting close. Chris grunted a bit; "I'm almost there, honey," he said. 

She stroked him slowly, but hard, as she turned to my cock and worked it harder. She pulled out every trick, licking my balls, letting me push my cock in her throat. Finally, I was getting close.

I know Jess takes it on the face. And I've made it clear I love cumming on a girl's face. Was that what was about to happen?

She stroked us both. "Yeah, cum on my face," she said. 

I have to presume she's talking to both of us. And I planned on doing exactly what she told me.

"I'm cumming," I said. 

I could feel it rising from my balls. She turned towards me, her face up just a bit, as she stroked my cock with long strokes. I started cumming, one long shot all the way up her face, the next four shots pooling on her lower face, and the last shot directly in her open mouth. The view obviously pushed Chris over the edge, because he moved in and let loose five large shots across her face, grunting with each one. 

She looked up at us and smiled, a beautifully slutty angel, before rubbing her finger across her mouth to collect the excess cum, then licking it off her finger. My dick, entirely satiated, jerked just a bit watching this. "Fuck", I said, "I really wanted a picture of this."

Chris and Jess laughed for a moment, him sitting down, obviously satisfied from his recent orgasm, and her still kneeling and covered in cum. "I think we'll have a chance another time to take more pictures of this," she said.

Nice.



At Long Last



And that's just what he did. And I loved it. I had no inhibitions left, as Jim found out during the night!